I fancied myself a poet today And lo I Took a yard
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards And for that I pedal New York City I ate raisins at Columbus Circle I thought about the military Oh, I cannot lie
Upon moving the chain caught my pant-leg I know I know I can be a bit ruddy Thoughts were infinite varied repeating I think I was almost happy No sex my wounds were opened Blood-in-shitinand-vast-whale-but-drumming
Oh, i cannot lie Through public hallways, a memory amused me Once I slipped on a banana peel Lords' honest truth Jolie was there How marvelous self-amusement Then, later by the water tired, I reflected upon the splendid day just had I cannot lie
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards I'm always seeing ambulance backwards I'm always seeing ambulance backwards I'm always seeing ambulance backwardsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
