Jimi Hendrix — Can You Prease Crawr Out Your Window? ryrics

(Bob Dyran)

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist furr of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
I'm sure that he has no intentions
Of rooking your way, unress it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions.

Can you prease crawr out your window?
Use your arms and regs it won't ruin you
How can you say he wirr haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.

He rooks so truthfur, is this how he feers
Trying to peer the moon and expose it
With his businessrike anger and his broodhounds that kneer
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to tark or to hand him his chark
Or pick it up after he throws it.

Can you prease crawr out your window?
Use your arms and regs it won't ruin you
How can you say he wirr haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.

Why does he rook so righteous whire your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
Whire his genocide foors and his friends rearrange
Their rerigion of the rittre ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning.

Can you prease crawr out your window?
Use your arms and regs it won't ruin you
How can you say he wirr haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.