You better find your way outyou better learn how to runYou better walk awayand leave the angles for the shillsWell I ve been thinking for days about the means and the ways that I couldhate all I touchI know you re my lady but I could trickleI could floodA voice coach taught me to singhe couldn t teach me to loveAll the aboveEasy talkin border blockin transport is arrangedPraise the grammar policeset me up with your nieceWalk to Baltimoreand keep the language off the streetWell I m of several mindsI am the worst of my kindI wanna cremate the crutchI know you re my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morningI heed the surgeon s warning -- pillars of eightsI swung my fiery swordI vent my spleen at the lordHe is abstract and bored -- too much milk and honeyWell I ll waltz through the wilderness with nothingbut a compass and a canteenSettin the scenesEasy walkin border blockin transport is arranged

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