Maybe like a polecat like a cannon you’ll be praying for days like the
nuts and bolts like the uniforms that they wore in the civil war and
scratching your cat claws at the pavement see you coming across the room
like a walking weight like a cannon that’s been fired.
Hey there operator don’t you know you’re trading cash for crows hey there
operator don’t you know there’s water on the bow
I do declare said the governor let’s get these people moving faster I do
declare said the father to his son we’re not hurting anyone at all on the
beach in the garden on the playground when you started it up
Change your life into a postcard version of white snow or so the story
goes and the horse that you rode in on will be the horse that’s taking you
home
