The beat down, down trodden
Beatific, angelic hooligans
On the page, on the road
Driving down in search of
It
The place where it is at
In that jazz rhythm
And bebop that began
With a big bang and
May end in a whimper
But I don't think so
No, I don't thinks so
May 9, 2011
May 9, 2011 at 2:09 PM UTC
The beat down, down trodden
Beatific, angelic hooligans
On the page, on the road
Driving down in search of
It
The place where it is at
In that jazz rhythm
And bebop that began
With a big bang and
May end in a whimper
But I don't think so
No, I don't thinks so
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