Candid-queens, dry liquid dreams, white polka-dotted tenor screams
Desert desserts, celtic skirts, to laugh at Rome until it hurts
Lyin' in the mud is a face with a crutch, a crocodile eye and a little boy's hutch
I am the man, crashing through your dreams, a lightning bolt flyin' through the sky and the seams
What's more green than the Sicamore Trees that's why kid's smell fear
What's more green than the Sicamore Trees that's why kid's smell fear
What's more green than the Sicamore Trees, that's why kid's smell fear
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