Choked the valves won’t manage
Poked around the manual
Hopes so loud and clear
Pound for pound the title had ya feared
home the cows come dancing
Slow but mad and lavish
Lush the grass is greener got me there
It got me thinking

Sleepwalking the same highway
Daydreaming upon tightropes
Drowsy showman panics
The traffic it moves one way
Shaved up the grain
The stream abstains to where he’ll land
But he’s feet are still well planted
No dramas weathered and polished
The meek little one his big fan
A scenic applause handled
Woken up by sheets and daggers

Crash landing through a plume of smoke
So damaged unexplainable
So Random Like the animals
In the documentary show
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Whoops
The clouds move backwards
He Mistook the world for a classroom
Hoola hoops and climbing bars
and fly him to Mars the Martian managed
Found with a little black magic
Sounds that emit from the sandpit
The grouse the bear the rabbit
Holding hands
It got me it got me standing

Melt into carpet bombs and their love songs
Falling, which three numbers could save you now?
Wish for something to eject you out