I want to say:

It's my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt

Slim door,

Like a rainstorm, you've got to do what you want and say it

It's of my design assembled at the cut

Slim door,

It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel

You go down, down, down, down

Slim door,

It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel

You go down, down, down, down

Harness your hopes to the folks with the liquor with the ropes. Red, red ropes, periscopes
They've got everything will ever need stored under the chair
Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Don't waste your precious breath explaining that you are worthwhile
Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Be patient and I'll let you see my
Carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
Carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
Carrot rope, feed my thrill,
It's time to get me off of the ground,
The wicket keeper is down
the wicked keep us down?

Hey little boy, would you like to know what's in my pocket or not
It's no ploy, it's no gimmick,
It's the chance of a lifetime to see something that's never seen by mere mortals

Except me

And myself

And sweet I, so what do you say?
Would you like to play 20 questions with me?

A little, little Christian lie,
A little, little Christian lie
Debating if it's time to drop the bomb on you, my dear
A little, little Christian lie,
A little, little Christian lie
Let's get down to brass tacks and start it
A carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
A carrot rope, feed my thrill,
I got beat by weather
Carrot rope, feed my thrill
It's time to get me off of the grounds
The wicket keeper is down,
The wicked keeper is down
And he gets me off of the grounds

Leg