Mr. Beller, Mr. Beller,
Why are you sleeping?
The storm is coming, too fast
and everyone is leaving.
Get into your wrinkled car
And take it for a last spin
For you won't be left a loner,
And swept away with the sin,
When the tsunami floods
everything
Down into the drain.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
Mr. Beller, Mr. Beller,
Why are you sleeping?
The storm is coming, too fast
and everyone is leaving.
Get into your wrinkled car
And take it for a last spin
For you won't be left a loner,
And swept away with the sin,
When the tsunami floods
everything
Down into the drain.
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