The more things change, the more they stay the same.
And the more it rains, the less I know.
Why do these foreign skies change the way home?
Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own?

Oh mama, I'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt.
These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt

Barefoot in the back of the van, toss an arcing empty soda can.
Long ways, long days, waitresses frayed and underpaid we were harried and waylaid.
We arrived that evening and not a moment too soon.
Finding a place it was, you may say, cool.

These sketches of an infinite architecture are ink and unconfirmed conjecture
A dream glimpse of the puppeteer's knuckle a fragment of a fraction of a gesture

Oh mama, I'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt.
These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt

Let me illuminate my interpretation
Which I will try to serve with an illustration
All the beasts in the woods
Bare their fangs and peddle goods

Let us take the diagram, examine it in detail
Some channels they are wholesale, some are retail
You need only attach the tags
To make merchandise of your rags

Blessings and plagues descend upon the land
Where are the gods to protect us?
Think I see a shining hand

Let us take the masses and use them as our model
The rich and poor in their mansions and their hovels
Will we have the option to thrive?
Will there be a door to survive?

My baby's nice, she's so polite.
She says "please, when she ask me
Stay the night
She's around the house, she love me so.
She pickin' up a little bit of my
Rising, rising dough.
Good lordy god, my gosh all mighty,
Her booty fine, and it's trimmed so tidy,
Horseradish, mama, just a smidge,
Spend a whole lotta time peekin' into
Her big old kitchen fridge.

Gotta love it, it's my duty
She gotta big fat funky booty,
Not above it, makes me moody
Whole mess of big fat funky booty

Waoh! sweet sugar plum
I'm crippled, blind, a little deaf and dumb.
It’s wonderful, could I get a little more?
'Cause it's about as wide as my big old garage door.
We’re in bed and it’s late at night, she put her
Arms around me and she hold me tight
But I say, "No baby, no baby, no,
But I sure could use a bit of your funky booty though."

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Hey now Eddie all covered in confetti
C’mon over here and gimme some of your spaghetti

Hey now Ed you big biscuit head
Stop cracking your toes and get your pig out my bed

Hey now Mack with your head in a crack
Your body in a bag and your flamingo in a sack

Hey now Chester you big baby bester
Who cuts your clothes the butcher or the jester?

Biscuit head why you have a biscuit head
Biscuit head a noteworthy biscuit head

Hey now Mabel why you looking for a label
I hope that uou don’t get eaten in the fable

Hey now Nellie with an anchor on your belly
Shall I compare peanut butter to your jelly

Hey now fellow rocker you’re such a good talker
Can’t chew gum and Rockefeller from your locker

Hey now Bill did you get your fill
C’mon up the stairs come up and sign your will

Biscuit head you got a double decker biscuit head
It’s got you all laid up in bed

When I hear that train a-coming from the junction
Troublin' my mind is it's favorite function.
It makes that crying on that old air horn
Middle of the night, I can hear it mourn

The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train’s a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something ‘bout a train
Oh, about a train

My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean
And stolen designs for perpetual motion
Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding
Silent man, he won't tell me what it is
What it is he’s holding

The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train’s a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, I mean washed out by the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something ‘bout a train

My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon
Far off lonely home is my only companion
Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town, mumbling something about a train

Yeah my baby, she's so fine
She give my scrambled eggs with a glass of wine
She give me breakfast in bed
Yeah mama, breakfast in bed
She give me juice and tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed

Now my baby, you'd like her too
She give me the paper when I'm blue
She give me breakfast in bed
Yeah mama, breakfast in bed
She give me toast at tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in Bed

Yeah my baby, she's so fine
I don't need no exit signs
She give me breakfast in bed
Yeah mama, breakfast in bed
She give me toast for tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed

She’s my baby, she’s the most
She always butters my toast
She give me breakfast in bed
Breakfast in bed
I get my juice, toast and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed

Screen my eyes, it’s too sunny
She give me easy over with my yolks runny
She give me breakfast in bed
Oh, breakfast in bed
I get my juice, toast and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed

Toast for tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed
She give me toast for tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed
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