Five minus four equals unity
Five minus four equals unity
Yeah, baby,
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair
Do you think
Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil
Hey lady, what do you need?
Do you think you'd like
Go back to those gold sounds
And keep my advent to
Heaven is a truck it got stuck on the breeze
Asked
I'm up on a hill top where I
Keep you in
Lane driver
The forces against you, the rain
I know everybody wants
After the glow, the scene, the stage, the set
Talk becomes
Silent kid no one to remind you
You got no hands,
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the
Down in Santa Rosa over the bay
Across the grapevine to