Growers Of Mushroom
Everybody was scratching but nobody saw
Nothing was out of place except the floor
Somebody stopped and said arrest that door
For nobody could tell
We were growers of mushroom
My life was a beetle which ran down the wall
Stopping to scream at the hand in the hall
The daylight came in and shook hands
With us all
For nobody could tell
We were growers of mushroom
Laughing and screaming and
Clawing and cursing
Fighting my way through this unplanned dream
I saw the light of a thousand stars twinkling
Beyond the seams of this terrible dream
Cultivadores de Cogumelos
Todo mundo coçava, mas ninguém viu
Nada estava fora do lugar, exceto o chão
Alguém parou e disse: prende essa porta
Pois ninguém podia dizer
Que éramos cultivadores de cogumelos
Minha vida era um besouro que descia pela parede
Parando pra gritar com a mão no corredor
A luz do dia entrou e cumprimentou
Todos nós
Pois ninguém podia dizer
Que éramos cultivadores de cogumelos
Rindo e gritando e
Arranhando e xingando
Lutando meu caminho por esse sonho inesperado
Vi a luz de mil estrelas piscando
Além das costuras desse sonho terrível
Composição: Mick Halls / Peter French