Listen, these are not drunken as you suppose It might not be 3 o'clock in the morning like it seems The little children will be prescient And the young men will see shows And the old men will dream dreams I found a typescript double-spaced Printed out on a daisy-wheel so all femme In the former Treatise, dear friend Theophilus it was placed Written by Lisa which was present at the doings of them I gathered all the tokens of the passion People waiting for the promise of a father Where have you heard of me in the past? John baptized with water, now with wine But don't weep, he'll make sure Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last In a cash and carry next to Mt. Olivet and all around Megan, Mary, Lisa and Kenisha, gave it out "Stick with me or you'll reap the reward of iniquity" Cashed out, carry the possession of a plot of ground Well, the vapor of smoke came up from the earth beneath Outside the bodega called 'Beautiful' When it was whom with Sue and Kenisha Under a silver-leaf wreath Called not to fit to sit, might as well Come half out of your mother's womb I gathered all the tokens of the passion People waiting for the promise of a father Where have you heard of me in the past? John baptized with water, not with wine But don't weep, he'll make sure Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last A light shined in the lodge And the chain slipped off her hands So to speak, she packed up her things and sailed to Cyprus Sending greetings from Felix With a 'Please put Paul on misunderstands' Me, she and her all went home, gave up the boast And left Lisa to type us I gathered all the tokens of the passion People waiting for the promise of a father Where have you heard of me in the past? John baptized with water, not with wine But don't weep, he'll make sure Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last
Listen, these are not drunken as you suppose It might not be 3 o'clock in the morning like it seems The little children will be prescient And the young men will see shows And the old men will dream dreams I found a typescript double-spaced Printed out on a daisy-wheel so all femme In the former Treatise, dear friend Theophilus it was placed Written by Lisa which was present at the doings of them I gathered all the tokens of the passion People waiting for the promise of a father Where have you heard of me in the past? John baptized with water, now with wine But don't weep, he'll make sure Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last In a cash and carry next to Mt. Olivet and all around Megan, Mary, Lisa and Kenisha, gave it out "Stick with me or you'll reap the reward of iniquity" Cashed out, carry the possession of a plot of ground Well, the vapor of smoke came up from the earth beneath Outside the bodega called 'Beautiful' When it was whom with Sue and Kenisha Under a silver-leaf wreath Called not to fit to sit, might as well Come half out of your mother's womb I gathered all the tokens of the passion People waiting for the promise of a father Where have you heard of me in the past? John baptized with water, not with wine But don't weep, he'll make sure Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last A light shined in the lodge And the chain slipped off her hands So to speak, she packed up her things and sailed to Cyprus Sending greetings from Felix With a 'Please put Paul on misunderstands' Me, she and her all went home, gave up the boast And left Lisa to type us I gathered all the tokens of the passion People waiting for the promise of a father Where have you heard of me in the past? John baptized with water, not with wine But don't weep, he'll make sure Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last
