Tamborine Cut -

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Treating me good is like pulling, pulling out my tooth?

be slippin', love is not a food.

It’s all coming back to slack,

sleeping all day, my back’s about to crack.

I’m in the air, I’m on the ground, I may be all around.

Just like the (?

) it’s what I’m all about.

This is the sound, this is the thought,

what again what again is what I brought.

I lost this girl I swear, the most beautiful thing I ever could wear.

Kept me warm and cozy, but I had to kick her out when she got too nosey.

«Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked»

A very soft?

they long for wisdom.

A taste of peace so the rhyme is a treasure

measure.

I bet the time isn’t over or out of my sight.

This is the ugly thing,

it’s such a beast in sight.

It seems so long ago, but then again, my life has gone backward since I was ten.

Stepped in spiders, bugs, and flies.

I’ve got a great interest for all that

jives.

I’ve got a great interest for all that jives.

I’ve got a great interest

for all that jives.

«Yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked»

I’m mute to silence to where it’s on.

I get the hairy thing your body keepin'

on the straw.

I like it lazy not too crazy.

Baby get loosened.

I want to know

what you think so I know what I’m choosing.

I like those things that keep me up.

Getting striked all night by the tambourine cut.

It’s who I am,

a futuristic harlequin.

An animal on lead unable to sing.

When I’m in.