And when we get to town we’re gonna break it down
With pistols and pan flutes
A thousand elaborate moving props
And lavender jumpsuits
Our fists will quote every furious length of rope
Our teeth will bleach like tiny bars of soap
And we will return with tobacco leaves and stuff we found in the ocean
And we will return with tobacco leaves and stuff we found in the ocean


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