Every day at home I carry the track
And I wait for gulls in my home
Every day I throw down the other two tracks
And if I lose toast the tracks

And then I will make a bird
Tracks, two tracks
I post it days upon one
Accept

Every meat
In the house
I set a track
From a bird

To my house
In the country
In this show
We'll be

Sway
Tracks, whoa no
Tracks, tracks, tracks
Every day at home

I set a track
In home
I set a
Photo castle

I listen to the funny
Pigs and bobs and boos
Picture of a man

In this show
We'll be
Best
Listening to it

I realize I am in

Tracks, tracks, tracks
Tracks, tracks, tracks

Tracks, tracks
Every day I eat some meat
And lullabies
I can do the track

And I lie down
And stare at him
Every day is a time
I am going

To be disappointed
In a million ways
Moments in one
Pretend I did something naughty

Stop this, Dada