We took th' Blacks
Boys steal from Zeppelins
Happens in the trades
Kintu space, relax
Flexing speckled harlequins
Have pulled the grace of spades
Got to say
My life has a purpose
With nothings so few
What can I relay
My whole bluffing circus
And it's not strictly you
When you have no sense
What you have
Cuts the core
Then you have new sense
What you have
Still wills more
Ancient bung beetles ten
Cow tongue slowly
Left, right and complete
More heedful men
Meet the solar holy
Branded feet
Mind Games is only worth playing
Jackelopes radio for scraps
Well and just - I think that John stares
Asked for music, staying
Pounded down into the salty taps
Lightning and glitterlight mirrorless cares
What it sounds like.
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