From my side I never mind

I can climb just to ride to nowhere



I don't think about a thing

I can bring on anything from nowhere



Critics who never do

Wanted to get to nowhere



I don't care if it's not fair

Who ever is there we're in nowhere



Primitive people at usual work

One hops with the other while another

Pretends to sprinkle red hot dirt

A pit of young breeders check their work



They undo the chords they told me not to move

None of us are hurt but we're all red handed

You can come back now, no use holding

Out where your brain is somewhere growing

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