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Westie Can Drum lyrics
Three o' three, the seconds they are sequins
And the minute string, raveled 'round the mannequin
Of formless space, a party line at last that we can
All embrace and segue to the burning masses
Ten to eleven, don't question, just get in
I think that we are losing a way
Westie, you cannot drum
Half past noon, visualize a centaur baying
At the moon, his profile is a silver circle
Brings to mind the portraits on the coinages and
Lincoln's beard and why's he got a horse's body?
(Griffin, a cruiser)
You'll love her, you'll lose her
I think that we are losing our way
Westie, you cannot drum
Five nineteen, deluded like a Dixie-Crat
I don't you
Clog latrine and clean it like a Dixie-Crat
And deck the halls with spirulina
Dry route to Devon, so great like Heaven
I think that we are losing a way
Westie, you cannot drum
No, Westie, you cannot drum
Part of these releases
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- Track 8 on Brighten The Corners: Nicene Creedence Edition Disc 2
- 7 Roll With the Wind
- 9 Stereo
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- Track 2 on Brighten The Corners: Nicene Creedence Edition Disc 3
- 1 Agony of the Stars
- 3 Winner of The
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