Tekst:
The Rapture The Coming Of Spring

Get yourself together! Get out of your head Without outer persuasions You're better off dead Learn how to breathe You'd better learn how to shine These

and warm and, Spring...Miss Piggy Fantasy...Miss Piggy Ecstasy...Miss Piggy All that's fair or fine or wonderful or anything Miss Piggy When does the rapture

me When you breeze through To your appointments The work you do Call me I'm collecting you The pleading prayer and hair shirt sting My hair trigger love and faulty spring

scares me to the point of rapture I was your good gardener, of some good stature The sea is stark and lovely, and it scares me to the point of rapture