Little America

I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirty 
Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow's jewelery, again 
Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback 
Preserved for tomorrow's eyes, in tree beer tar-black brer sap, 
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, 
The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lost 

Who will tend the farm museums?  Who will dust today's belongings? 
Who will sweep the floors, hedging near the givens? 
Rally round your leaders it's the mediator season 
Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led? 
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, 
The consul a horse, oh man I think we're lost 
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, 
A matter of course, Jefferson, Jeffer 

Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback 
Sky-lied, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap, 
Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader's game 
Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle, 
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, 
The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lost 
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, 
The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lost



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