WINE AND GATES
Pick the scab, kick the swab, sick the shab
get the point
the stress of a hamburger to fend
in the rainsoaked streets and alleys is no joy, won't
what it took to get catsup, pickles and onion, even to lend
show the fingers that made us do it
each of a simple harmony in the care of a bitter thumb
with a bubble was a hashed need for complete whether, twit
is a history of conscience that comes to the dumbed
with a jumble of essences that know the make of certainty
the bite, is a language we know only better
the starving masses will have to go, the theory behind impunity
thank you wishes for fishes, we got the latter
but the craving continues on
the lovers of clouds and the immediacy of the land, growth
of a condition in lordship and the ache of cities wronged
is a sophistication that has a legend to host
the stress of a hamburger to fend
in the rainsoaked streets and alleys is no joy, won't
what it took to get catsup, pickles and onion, even to lend
show the fingers that made us do it
each of a simple harmony in the care of a bitter thumb
with a bubble was a hashed need for complete whether, twit
is a history of conscience that comes to the dumbed
with a jumble of essences that know the make of certainty
the bite, is a language we know only better
the starving masses will have to go, the theory behind impunity
thank you wishes for fishes, we got the latter
but the craving continues on
the lovers of clouds and the immediacy of the land, growth
of a condition in lordship and the ache of cities wronged
is a sophistication that has a legend to host
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Pick the scab, kick the swab, sick the shab
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