We only love the truth
Keep healthy
Stay loose
No illusions
No shit
Get ready
To retrofit
This bucolic
Tiny town
Razed to the lawns
Brung down
It ain't murder
Or abuse
It's bliss just like a weekend in the sticks
And I grieve
And I fret
And I pace
And I forget
Helpless, hapless woe
It just comes and goes
It ain't gonna stay
Gotta get away