Thanks for these new sheets   But i've been hanging fire from your everday   The knack for the fixed   Been holding water then you're snatched away      Bells and whistles make the man   Like you're a hophead waiting to happen   A welcome waiting to offend   Who will buy the farm?      My fellow and gone chiefs   Customs make us who we are      To escape the customary cycles of parables   The world begins anew and we are inseparable   They said you brought light   The doors are always open....