Whistlin' pete - Cinder

Yeah mother fucker’s got his head all inside out

And he thinks it’s quite stylish and he never goes without

And he says, «Baby you don’t understand and you haven’t got a clue,

Just step inside this twisted mind and walk upon my shoes!»

I know something that we don’t

Go!

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Yeah mother fucker’s got his head all inside out

And he wears it like a crown of thorns and he never goes without

And he’s the king who rules these streets

Preaches to the air

And shows us all a different side of those who stop and stare

I know something that we don’t

Go!

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Don’t let him

So wrong

(whistling)

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong

Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong