Can you treat it like an oilwell When it's underground, out of sight? And if the sight is just a whore sign Can it make enough sense to me? Pretend the table is a trust knot We'll put our labels down, faith is down And watch the yards of twine unravel And you'll never get it back -it's what I want don't you know, we could make it dry -"I've been crowned, the king of it and it is all we have so wait to hear my words, and they're diamond sharp, I could open it up if it's up and down"
