Rows of stalls with morsels for sale
Saw more cells in a building down the block
Keep ole lock and key on our lab of ours
Yours and mine is it there where you grab
Time without turning is ash without burning
Having without hurting and spoon feeding the lamb
Fare thee better when docking at the shore
That crisp whiff of warf air
Smells of market a place where you parked it
The good times rolled prudence beware
Oh hare you're jumping out of field
Remain in place no blood will be spilled
Time without turning is ash without burning
Having without hurting and spoon feeding the lamb
Fare thee better when docking at the shore
That crisp whiff of warf air
Keep ole lock and key on our lab of ours
Yours and mine is it there where you grab
Time without turning is ash without burning
Having without hurting and spoon feeding the lamb
Fare thee better when docking at the shore
That crisp whiff of warf air
Fare thee better when docking at the shore
That crisp whiff of warf air