My head is like an unblocked drain

My head is full of brains

My instincts are to kiss this train

I hear it coming





You're conscious says mind how you go

Your ________ still says no

Your morals ebb

Your morals flow

Your mouth is running





Though all the rules do not apply

And mine is not to reason why

Gone, gone, gone





My arms are like two shipyard crains

That may not work again

My fortunes wax

My fortunes wane

My sense is sundered





A carpet cheer

A cheerless heart

The path i darn not to jot

________ against not quite the parts

Someone has blundered





Though all the rules do not apply

And mine is not to reason why

Gone, gone, gone





To all this grand old scheme of things

To all the pain it brings

To all those who pull the strings

I bid good ridence





Surpass the time to call it a phrase

I meant a million was

To counterfit my solid days

And split the difference





Though all the rules do not apply

And mine is not to reason why

Though all the rules do not apply

And mine is not to reason why

Gone, gone, gone


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