Nicky Highpockets - Circus Devils

I’ve landed a job on the high ass seas

You betcha Bob and yessiree

Kind of the wind that happens to be me

Straddle a soap studded rudder, brother

Parting the waters for sons and daughters

To a riot of gold teeth which I bequeath

And many twisted vines

And photocopied throats

Are leaving with my boats

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From bombs to glaring red

Yessiree, you betcha Bob

That happens to be me