O, fraudulent mirror, oh, rank rainbow toad. I'd break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed. I'd fall from the wall, I'd leap from the road. You take cover in the clover, you don't shoulder the load.
In the chest of a dealer hammers. And smelts a foul charge. As he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony. And metes her an unholy barrage. (O, the living is hard).