Polished off the filler rods now lifes got me dreaming soley about the silver lining the spooning of the woman on the moon Keep mapping the schematic, the big move heading straight to the oil soaked cash Ready again to make the great dash This time I'll save my dimes for those unavoidable hard times I'll pile it under my matress a secrete stash thats all mine Work my *** to the bone by welding up a storm Sitting all leathered up on my light weaver throne To meditate and consentrate on 13 times the suns bright Keep the eyes focused and fixate count to ten when the mechanics frustrate Troubleshoot the lines of life fix the issue then collect the lute.