Thanks for these new sheets

But i've been hanging fire from your everday

The knack for the fixed

Been holding water then you're snatched away



Bells and whistles make the man

Like you're a hophead waiting to happen

A welcome waiting to offend

Who will buy the farm?



My fellow and gone chiefs

Customs make us who we are



To escape the customary cycles of parables

The world begins anew and we are inseparable

They said you brought light

The doors are always open....