, walk on, walk on, walk on alone Out in the hall they were talking in a whisper. Everybody noticed she was gone awhile. Somebody said, "She's gone to her sisters". Everybody knew, what they were
knows it, Lord. Who feels it knows it, Lord. Don't sit by your window gazing at the streets. Just get up and move, get right on your feet. Just get up and move (brothers). Get right in the groove (sisters
F*** Yeah. Let me turn that so you know who I am. Got a rack like a boobie got ass like a Ken. Have a thrusted, lusted, blusted, 'cause I must get. Sharper than a fine white line to the blusted
- sick and. Swaggering - beneath me. Revolution mind ye of. Little faith. Rusty and dull. Cut me. New God kill machine. And man say lord. Of the engines. . And o' brothers and sisters. I ask you
Gus is the cat at the theater door. His name, as I ought to have told you before. Is really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss to pronounce. That we usually call him just Gus His coat's very shabby
. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Everywhere you go. Take a look in the five and ten. Glistening once again. With candy canes and silver lanes aglow. It's beginning to look a lot like
- sick and. Swaggering - beneath me. Revolution mind ye of. Little faith. Rusty and dull. Cut me. New God kill machine. And man say lord. Of the engines. . And o' brothers and sisters. I ask you