To a serious degree – my clandestine wits entirely split
A rambling mind unable to find anything whatsoever – where’s our goddamn promised stricken treasure
When we sing we really do seem to appear to mean it
Yet this just is not happening
They’ve been tracking a surefire route, or so they propose
Suppose we take a sophomore step on back, loosen the slack somewhat
Bring it all elementary centre stage
Wage an incredibly lyrical war atop all of these manically unflappable arms
‘Til disarming them to a point of finally getting to warm our every last cockle – wet Jim Beam whiskey in tow
Safe to say it’s been a blast so you know

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