WINE AND GATES
Our Houses That Tell The Time, In China
a frog, Tinkerbell, and a witch doctor on a boat
they come to a log, and the log asks
who is responsible for this bump of mine, it is about to bloat
they answer Peter Paper Punches A Park Of Puny Pasts
the log hurls up a fish
the fish says, does this make me call to the man in the moon
for I know the lengths it took to give a kin's
to the poorer times in the shadow of earthen soon
the frog thinks its about time, the world and all
Tinkerbell, thinks its like this to catch
the witch doctor thinks its a long shot in the water
the log thinks its truer to give the brash
the cow on the shore, thinks I'm a bumble bee
the dime store thinks it makes boots smell better
the car hittin' 80 on the road, thinks it smell's like we'd
the God of what, thinks a lightning bolt, stunk the witness
hear is the truth, these days are made for squalor
trying the sweet is a letting heathen, with a miserable how
if a proud ship ever hits the bridge, know a deft swimmer
with a life saver, a hunting shark, and pigs all in row
perhaps a prophet was a herald of a frustrated finger
per laps a widow of the dough, thought wan is better than two
purr asked the kittens, why is a pause for the lost, a dead ringer?
per sex a harlot answer's, this courtesy is a reason to spoon...
they come to a log, and the log asks
who is responsible for this bump of mine, it is about to bloat
they answer Peter Paper Punches A Park Of Puny Pasts
the log hurls up a fish
the fish says, does this make me call to the man in the moon
for I know the lengths it took to give a kin's
to the poorer times in the shadow of earthen soon
the frog thinks its about time, the world and all
Tinkerbell, thinks its like this to catch
the witch doctor thinks its a long shot in the water
the log thinks its truer to give the brash
the cow on the shore, thinks I'm a bumble bee
the dime store thinks it makes boots smell better
the car hittin' 80 on the road, thinks it smell's like we'd
the God of what, thinks a lightning bolt, stunk the witness
hear is the truth, these days are made for squalor
trying the sweet is a letting heathen, with a miserable how
if a proud ship ever hits the bridge, know a deft swimmer
with a life saver, a hunting shark, and pigs all in row
perhaps a prophet was a herald of a frustrated finger
per laps a widow of the dough, thought wan is better than two
purr asked the kittens, why is a pause for the lost, a dead ringer?
per sex a harlot answer's, this courtesy is a reason to spoon...
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Our Houses That Tell The Time, In China
Our Houses That Tell The Time, In China
