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Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the
Guards say, "Here's pens and paper, just sit and work for an hour"
Oh, goodness, how can we But it's not worthwhile
All I can do is

Down gallons of glandular corridors of the dark
The pompous old is tolling one bell
At bath time there's hippies in chains, are crossing the hall
Where Hitler is his new film about it all

We slip trough a pew and escape, but I just don't
All I can do is

Tell me more, then

Down Street I go on a duffel-coat hoping instead
For a little room, yawn, I'm so tired with this big bag of on my head
It's a top hat, I'm trying to sell or a to learn
Vaguely seeking some fire to

While a whole group of aged persons with dwarfish expressions
And conversations in Sunday blessed blue
Standing for a photograph, watch the cuckoo
Do you any coal? But it doesn't appear that they do

I offered my throat to the wolf, but I just can't die
All I can do is fly

Tell me more, what

Safe and secure in the skirts of the midsummer
Cooking soup stale words and fresh meanings, it tastes so good
The green wolf his bunch of red roses is slinking away
All on a day