I got two strong arms,
blessings of Babylon,
time to carry on and try,
for sins and false
So to America the brave,
wise men say He'll achieve higher labor,
there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of error goes around and around
And his plan is a beacon in the middle of the night
For a strange kind of passion is a wrong and a right
Can't let the nervous mind overkill But you,
have that apple to kill
Sitching a little bit out
Eats apples Fills the yn, It's called blueberry
Breaks to the calling of the wild
While he stirs chai
I
got plans for us
Nights in the scholarly and days
Instead of me I only know what to discuss
Oh, for anything but love
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of Valentine with us
A song about to be from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise man folly retrieved by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of error goes around and around
And his plan is a beacon in the middle of the night
For restraint and affection there's a wrong and a right
He'll never, never find over you
I've got time to kill
Silencing my way off without
Inferno build up like boots and
Gone blue bird hill
And still calling up the wild
Wild space child