if there ever was one
i saw it in the simplicity of it

when i went looking for twelve rounds and a
kay oh


straight lines a bleeding nightmare
the witches are after it
and all the while we scribble scribble

fear not for the dollar
it got half baked a half century ago when a half dollar had a half head
how's that for the bell


the audience goes wild before the shiver silence
woah ** ship has sailed

i have been leaving a trail of crumbs
all of my life