Be it
For it is
It is not
Getting's been got
And a poet's folding hand is torn loose from love, keyboard
Though I am grotesque looking I now flatter it's self
AND I'VE BORN A TUNGSTEN LADY!
AND I'M NOW A LUNG N' HADES!
Open up, steep the tea, swoop down, eat the fee
I am lucky enough to see
I am lucky enough to see
I am lucky enough to see