Woke up, got out of bed. Dragged a comb across my head. Side by side on my Piano,
Oh lord. You know you was a suffragete, Jet Boooooooooo....The movement I need is on my shoulder, Jude. Wearing the face that I keeps in a jar by the door, no of course it isn't my face. How would I do that?
Live and let die!-Cohesive
Word Salad of McCarthyism