when is the night suppose to fight the breaking of a dim morning light? has the bat made it back is it flailing under the butchers hack . sore back clack get ready for a barrel tap to splat the inside of your hairs skull cap . where is the hair that started the party out their caged in a stare that leaves the can bare. where is the hair . where is the hair. way over way over their. burned to a chare... locked in a stare ....with a window that isn't even theirs .where is the hair that started the fires rage out their caged in the stares that leave the can bare. why is the hair . why is the hair. way over their. on his chair burned to a chair locked in a stare with a window that isn't even their. where is the hair that started the party out their caged in the stares the cean all of theirs. the bat caught the chat . its running offwith that.. its bag of ohs inside his hat ... running off the cat now you say fair. where is the hair that started the party out their caged in a stare that leaves the can bare. where is the hair . where is the hair. way over way over their. burned to a chare locked in the stares with a window that isn't even their. when is the night suppose to fight the breaking of a dim morning light? maby you should care before its your stares that mater to the hair and you worry about what is fair way I say way out their . where is the hair . where is the hair. with its never ending stare into what is fair. burned to a chare... locked in a stare ....with a window that isn't even theirs
