Bedlam Friends کے بول

I'm clinging to the red drapes While listening to eaten tapes The footsteps booming in my ear Every second a hundred years The walls are tall and white Plenty of room to fly my kite My skin is slick and yellow I can see you little fellow Little insect on my pillow You may try to run away But the birds up in the willow Will eat you up if you don't stay I have a little friend in you And i know you like me too Crawling beneath the yellow sheets Caressing me with all eight feet Little insect on my pillow You may try to run away But the birds up in the willow Will eat you up if you don't stay