] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
the day was done Mama played piano for the choir Every Sunday afternoon she cooked my favorite things After church we rode a dozen miles On old forgotten pathways, now overgrown with trees Chorus
a most inspired song. Shaper, stop the music. Halt the harp strings whose chords confuse our histories with textures. With the disheartened chorus of a hymnal whose choir
happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos