Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song. Shaper, stop the music. Halt the harp strings whose chords
lips, I said "Amen" Put the nine to my head, pulled the hammer, held her close Squeeze the toast, said to her, "Now unto God, we elope" .. we elope .. **
you've done it And say that you was rubbered and show 'em the proof of it But I guess it's do unto others as you'd have 'em do unto you But you better