Turbid: 
Yes it´s Turbid and I like to reclaim freely
like tracks of da pigeons in the air you don´t see me 
I´m a host of magical illusions 
I be callin´vast amount of tibbits and [bad word] 

Croucho: 
I love this place It smells so good
It puts me in a sunset mood 
The skies pour down like ice cream
Listen to the juice of my light beam 

Snuggles: 
Yo! This the sun settin 
Snuggles stepppin up 
Fill your hearts like a teddy bear 
Fizzy is my flow, fuzzy is my [bad word] in layers of sugar and frost 
Sprad that fluffy island dust 
Petticoat lady, pet the little bunny [bad word] with the honey and I don´t need money 
Fresh lemonade and sugar cane 
Melting on the palm of my hand
Take you to the empty pleasure land 
 [bad word]  
Boowaboowaboowaboo 
Pet sound honey baby [bad word] soul runny 
Glowstick gravy
Boowaboowaboowaboo
Good luck fot the ride x3 
That beats your dusty ride, thats right

Croucho: 
Boil it down 
Caramelize 
Make it soft for the ladies eyes 
Get down on the croucho playground
In the chicklet castle i´m a goon in a gown 

Wizard: 
Sun and moon go hand in hand 
Cryin tears of a puppet band 
If there´s a fire, there´s a fireman
Fun´s to be heard across the land 
I do magical tricks Got a [bad word] full 
Lying on the beach I get grabbed by the pull 
Of the mystery waters 
This one goes out to all sons and daughters 

Turbid: 
I be wobbelin gobbelin, 
See dis is da stardust-robbery
Pleasure island, where [bad word] from dis is destillery 
Of our minds our mission 
We be fishin´ 
For da [bad word] spreadin´ superstissiones 

Pit: 
The Beach and the Shore, cut copy and paste
Pitch [bad word] you know we got taste 
Shhhhh - that´s how we do it 
Shhhhh - ´s how we grow
 [bad word] 
Bunny: 
After dark we get the glowsticks out 
Phosphorise and dont worry about 
Nothin never and no mans 
Sellin my muffins and charm in grams 

Hammerhead: 
Hold it, hold it [while bunnys part] This is too sweet for me 
I like salt water on a blood red reef
I eat off the shores of the pleasure island 
Hammerhead, meatpies for milesin my land 

Turbid: 
We is a fluid unit, ´n we is not going soon
It´s mars to settle down, 
For da stars da worlds a clown, 
Down us is goin´as a firethrower showin heat, 
Yeah ourselves is the one in the end we´s gonna meet, Yeah I wish you a good luck´ah to store your nuts, 
To store your [bad word] 
Whatever your boy whatever your mood´s like, we gonna keep on hikin through your chemicals, 
Whatever you say, your mind´s cotrolled by my chemicals, 
Of fills and skills over the hills and shores 
We be spreadin´ our dumbass thrills [bad word]