Keep giving a thousand goose eggs.

I’m praying you inflict, Truth Teller

On me. On me. On me.

I wanna For Sale sign in this yard.

And next then, bigger property

Crack my pavement in two

Yes. Let it drop clean off. Clean off.

So that that way ain’t that way no more

Put thick heavy rust on those hinges

So the glory door don’t ever close

Let me wake tomorrow with no inclination

To revisit the water ways of wicked wars.

Keep me new-hearted and recreating.

Let not even a tear glimmer or mourn

For I’ve a hope. I’ve a hope.