Let Me Tell You About the Nerds and the Knees
…and the chorus and the reeds.
And the tower with the power in the region with a legion.
And the bars up above in the cityscape like a glove.
Where the winds and the willows don’t delay.
And the make their figures out of clay.
When the stars fall down, you better hit the clown, before the devil makes his round and pounds you with the sound of the kettle quite like metal and your shoes will melt away like your freedom and say.
Then you jump across the hump with a little water pump.
Before you know it, you’re awake in bed, don’t you know it, ’cause you fell and hit your head on a molten piece of lead you had hidden in the shed.
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