It's one hundred and nine degrees. In this crowded room, no room to breathe. With walls as cold as a gallery. This is no place for me. . Such hard faces set in smoke.
Help me out, said the minnow to the trout. I was lost and found myself swimming in your mouth. Oh, help me, chief, I've got plans for you and me. I swear upon this riverbed, I'll help you feel young again.