At 11:06, my watch stopped ticking
My telephone started to ring
The
Goodbye, my 4-Track
Goodbye, microphones
No more songs about noodles and fish
No
I wrote a letter to the devil
And I sealed it
Tuesday night, down on main street
Looking for some ice
Lizard and Fish, oh, what a pair
One lived underwater and
I could be a politician
Roll my socks up and go
The standard metric system measures distances and weights
For mass and
You can make huge coins materialize
Shoot fireballs out of your
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