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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