Holding forth on a topic of no worth, a pissy myth about birth of War and as for those "Hats" - they're a bore, not amusing anymore. Dare I ask myself what it's for? A worm is at work in the core - No no no no no no no Stop that cynical line! Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!
No no no no no no no Stop that cynical line! Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!
At stage right - Good counsel dressed all in white; Temptation, black as night, stage left, (and I've a hunch his hooves are cleft!) Between 'em am I, bereft. Like tempter's hoof my mind is cleft, divided I fall, nothing's left - No no no no no no no Stop that cynical line! Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!