Maybe schizophrenic
Okay machine
Anti-sell-u-bet-it
I don't think I'm a' gunna speak
Roll, roll you down
That's that, how the story goes
Roll, roll your bones
Umbee it's better, taken from the sole
Roll, roll your own now
That's that, as the story grows
Roll, on your home
Is it better taken from the (w)hole
La da de, la de da
La da de, la de da
La da de, la de da
De dum, dum, dum, dum, de da
[repreat]
It's okay, there machine
Wash me out
From the inside spleen
Outside's Hilrolya
Michael's pile of dream
We're situated insolation
Abbot you under,
The terrible Think King
a poem by Blank Black and Black Blank
