Siren sleeps
Adam rolled oats
Grabbed the goat
To float the stream
Blue dreams best at sunrise
Sons rise like dark night
And pied pig left for cigs
Aint no more room for jig
No smoothes for the figs
Stick works best when light works
Creep rolled right past my hurt
Leaf lets down eight crown
Ninth sympth calling
Waste drowned outed
By the pound
Ohh What's that sound
