Carousel rushes, the speakers are still playing music
I feel like a rock to the beat of the whole
I once, and two, and three, and up the heart, the great yew
Vigilance is a sleep, a little nauseous, like apple pie in the morning

What me, Lord, you give in this uncertain time?
What words lulling my soul, my future in the rest of the years?
A few old rags, I sat on my butt
And is it worth or not worth it, a strong pour booze down his throat to ease grief

What are you naked belly and patched up the article of clothing
I feel the wind rush, the head falls off
And one and two and three and is not cold to me
From the top spit, chew gum, everything falls

 

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