Fat squiral stuck upon a shed
Hungry hawk adove his head
Takes timid steps towards the edge
His mates call him from yonder hedge
Looks down at ground, goes cold with fear
He curses tasty nuts and beer
The hedge too far the ground too low
Fat squiral has no where to go
The hawk looks down and eyes plump treat
Swoops down with grasping taloned feet
So hence to end our lttle fable
His skull upon the nature table!
Mongo crew soundchecking.
Eggwater and Superdead.
Conker Eatin Goon tweaking the EQ and drinking a pint of Leffe / Coke shandy. Wonder what he's flanging the f*** out of...?