Sometimes I wonder if you're really living. Oh what is this feeling you think that you're giving. Well you can sit down, wrecked and dismayed. Wondering where are all the plans that you laid.
I've been living through changes. And I could swing for you. I can see the veins in my hands. Are showing through. . But if you disguise. What these things are doing to me.
Bless my cotton socks, I'm in the news. The king sits on his face buttons all askew. All wrapped up the same (same). All wrapped up the same (same). They can't have it.