Went down to Georgia When a wild dog got bit Went looking for a girl With a peach pit With strands all hanging down Between her teeth And that was the
A symphony of fruite bats Wrapping on my window pane I ask them so gently To go away Please go away A symphony of fruite bats Wrapping on my window pane
I heard the treasure lay beneath the sounds of your (little lake?) (brittle bay?) When I left the shore that day it looked like the moon And the deck
Saving all your money for fame Giving everything, giving everything You hate ones face And hope that others will love the other So many shadows under
I want to tell you about a man You won't find him on your MTV He doesn't drop acid He doesn't even read Dick K. Phillips He's not a seminal member of
The weightlifter wears t-shirts in wintertime The weightlifter wears no shirt in summertime The weightlifter prays and prays for summertime The weightlifter
Pawn broker got all my clothes on And he's looking pretty mean I bought a kings tongue with the money Preserved in fire water And I'm feeling pretty
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