Showboat coming up the river
See her lanterns flicker in the
As I lay dreaming in my bed
Across the great divide
I
Tune in, wouldn't it be something
Rumours spreading into panic
I've seen
I don't want to wake you
But I'd like to tell
Oh ma cameo molesting
Kee pa a poorer for tea
Solar prestige
Say what you will but I'm a stinker
I come crawling
I was justified when I was five
Raising Cain, I
"An extremely quiet child" they called you in your school
I've a constant ache in the morning light
It's on account