Got a static, universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun. The greatest soldier that erodes all the orders. And the door men when the day is done.
For hither not, I am the stallion. Come fear, come love, I am the stallion. You know that I am the stallion, mang. I am, I am the stallion, mang. . You know that I am the stallion, mang.
There's a rift out in space, and it could be the door. But you know I'm not sure. . If you go through the rift to the palace of ice. Might it be nice, is it paradise?.
The fruit man sold the guava to the black man. The black man peeled the skin with the bare hand. A juice man took a stand with the fruit man. And they cooked up the fish brought in fresh from the ocean.