He would go so far as to get some real old low down Harlem time music
Here's number one, get this
Yesterdays ice cubes are water today

[Verse 1]
Midnight calling, the moonlight falling
My chamber swings from dry to parallel, so watch them falling
While my watch keeps tickin', I'm not please with 'em
We ain't talking at the moment I told them I'd never give in
Through the door
To a world you won't believe
With the forest and the trees, have you swallowed by your dreams, so it seems
Through the door
Snow covers the forest floor, enchanted all the creatures enslaved by the forest law, what I saw
Through the door
I followed false footprints into the darkest hour
Felt my heart devoured, deflowered, powered to reach the tower
The queens beam, morph a man to stone
She got me clutching to my, when will I be steppin' out to roam
Through the door
Warm steady huntin', no frontin', I'm out for dumping
Something, bluntin', buzzin'
Storming the fortress, precautions amount to nothing
Some make it through, others hearts turn cold
The last from Turkey seem unworthy than the path they once chose
Yesterays ice cubes are water today x4

[Verse 2 - Jehst]
Yo
Lyrics written in Morse code
Stepping through the porthole
The lion, the witch and the wardrobe
Lord knows, the road we walk
Many colossal potholes
For lost souls
Who lust over sex, drugs and rock 'n roll
Do anything to get your pockets swolle
Dive in
Fish that bogus shit from out the toilet bowl
Hand in the U-bend
Up to your elbow
I step into the wardrobe
And now I'm in a snow globe
Until the lion comes home
We governed by the ice queen
Thatcherite regime
I'm rolling with the A-team
Yesterday's ice cubes are water in my whisky glass
Skip the class
Don the cape and mask
Let's kick some arse!
Miss Piggy war cry
I'm half-past the number 7
Green screen, add effects when we come to edit
'Cause everything is, and we are all one
Hold on, no need for beef, load up the bong
Book worm
I'mma square you're an oblong gone wrong
Get your mind right before you're logged on
I target your coordinates
My missile locked-on
W-W-dot-YourYard-dot-com!
Running through the snow in my long johns
With a shotgun, drummer boy, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
(Through the door.)
Yesterays ice cubes are water today x4