I tied this song to a tree
I tied this song to a tree
And whipped it but it would not bleed
You and I cracked the night out
But the muse, she would not cry out
Cry out, cry out
These teeth were cleaned
With a broken E string
And all my money
I have laid down
Just to hear a few words
From old Waits and Dee How
I fly three hundred days
I crashed into my stovepipe, Gamelan
And the clank and the clutter
Opened my eyes
So Williams was leading the revolution
So Helpert was leading the revolution

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