The Turning Of The Tide

Mark the true one who is ready to explode through the bass of the microphone
Temper clean let me be the first to reside on each belly top we read a lot,
The carriage builds on each given disguise we care a lot through the chasm
On earthen pillows we step a side for each episode we take our stand
Lead by example we come undone from each known episode;
Hair spray to match on each known folly take a ride on the trolly....
Fill up the garage like a good man to take heed trample out each need

Each new style we crave through each turning of the tide
We look to the wind lest of course we begin all over again