On a hanging garden And the children have said their backbones Will hurt you if you think For there is a dolls arm Floating in the scum And its calling you over While its calling you a bum And it beckons you to frown And it beckons you to brown And it thinks its found a Chance to build another real Motorcycle landscape The only thing that watches there On a
(come to)
All that we can read while For their (jest) theyre save your wrapper Girls arent in their teens (billions can sleep while hold to) (fields of meanless wire) Do the kids in (though
(stabbed of broken bliss) (shade
(some them were) like this For there is a dolls arm floating in the scum And its calling you over while its calling you a bum Motorcycle landscape.
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