Tekstovi: Tori Amos. Riot Poof.

Break the terror, break the terror, break the terror of the urban spell.
You know what you know, so you go break the terror of the urban spell.
This alliance you say, "I?m on the threshold of greatness girl."
So you burn your pagoda through the Congo 'till there?s a broken bond.
On the birth of the search of white trash my native son.

Will all... find its way, it's way in time.
It will all... find its way, it?s way in time.
Blossom... riot poof...


You know what you know, so you go and chain her to your flow.
She bites through your dried lean meat as she?s going to the movie show.
In a bath of glitter and a tiny shiver she crawls through your Java sea.
Black Sahara, I?m stepping in to your space oddity.


Will all... find its way, its way in time.
It will all... find it way, its way in time.
Blossom... riot poof... blossom... riot poof...


The sun is a-warming my man is moistening.
I said, the sun is, a-warming my man is moistening.
I said, the sun (on the bomb) is a-warming (on the bond),
My man is (on the bomb) moistening. (On the-)
I said, the sun is (on the bomb) a-warming (on the bond),
My man is (on the bomb) moistening.
The sun is (on the bomb) a-warming (on the bond),
My man is (on the bomb) moistening. (On the-)
I said the sun is (on the bomb) a-warming (on the bond),
My man is (on the bomb) moistening. (On the-)
The sun is (on the bomb) a-warming (on the bond),
My man is (on the bomb) moistening. (On the-)
I said the sun is (on the bomb, on the bomb) a-warming (on the bond, on the bond),
My man is (on the bomb, on the bomb) moistening. (On the- on the-)
Bomb, bomb, bond.