I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April's showers
And
There's a little child runnin' 'round this house
And he never
I know what you're thinking
But I'm not your property
No matter
Mother Mary come to me
For I am a wicked child
I've
Im Looking at you for a minute 900 people die
Im
I will lay me down
In a bunker underground
I won't let
Blow into this paper bag
Go home and stop grinning at
The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show
I'm walking out in a force ten gale
Birds thrown around,
[Incomprehensible]