David Byrne's Lamp Boyfriend
Slonk gang weed
I don't like cinema, I watch movies.
There's no earthly way of knOwing
Which direction we are gOing
There's no knowing where we're rOwing
Or which way the river's flOwing
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Is it raining, is it snOwing
Is a hurricane a-blOwing
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Not a speck of light is shOwing
So the danger must be grOwing
Are the fires of HELL a-glOwing
Is the grisly reaper mOwing
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Yes, the danger must be grOwing
For the rowers keep on rOwing
And they're certainly not shOwing
Any signs that they are slOwing