Lyrics: Apex Theory (The). Topsy-Turvy. Shhh... (Hope Diggy).

Hope diggy
Shhh... diggy
Last without their (x4)

Some people have the tendency
Of sucking the life out of me
Try and fill me with forthcomings
Excess is the way of the wise
Even when they are left alone one hand's on rye
A thousand rambles in a second
Tiny tip is tired and will not tolerate toilet tokens
Until he is "Topsy-Turvey"
So stop the torment, you TRAITORS!

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure your sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't gone far enough my friend
If you'll send we'll understand
Enter the choice
And avoid the void
your safe with the flag...
(...cha...)

Local lopsided judges lure lunacy over
Loony loud lumpy loopholes
With lingo that's loathsome and
Shady shameless shamsters
Shake and shape shaggy young people
With sharp teeth...
On shelves of ship-shaped sharp-eyed shop-owners
While customers consume
Large quantities of curiously cultivated curtains
Crossed and crooked
Atop a crushed ice-maker

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure your sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't gone far enough my friend
If you'll send we'll understand
Enter the choice
And avoid the void
your safe with the flag...

Hope diggy
Shhh... diggy
Last without their (x8)

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure your sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't gone far enough my friend
If you'll send we'll understand
Enter the choice
And avoid the void
your safe with the flag...
Safe with the flag...

Hope diggy
Shhh... diggy
Last without their (x2)