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afternoons, yeah

Put your book up on the table
Stretch yourself back underneath the sun
Close your eyes and let the daydreams
Dance across your forehead
What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the Golden ones
Written in pain,
What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain,
What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the Golden ones
Written in pain,
What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain,
here to stay
 
What are we coming to 
No room for me, no fun for you 
I think about a world to come 
Where the books were found by the Golden ones
the blood of the son of your idol

If it were not for this
Extensive bug collection
I would know not what I've found
This world would still be flat
Mary would
I've come a long way, said the captain
From lost Christabel this night
Accompanied by my dog familiar
To blast your rafters with my surprise!
know it's a lie
By your own book
It says by fire next time

The golden egg's cracked open
And there was nothing inside
Cast all dispersions
Build
I hope to be there by the morning
And see this pining all transforming
Into the arms of the Georgia sun
Savannah
I'd love to feel the heat
Where the books were found by the golden ones

Written in pain, written in awe
By the puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers
A life that's bound by the chains of reality
Would you let me your Endymion

I would
Bathe in your moonlight and slumber in peace
Enchanted by your
are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written
on its top starts to light. Oh Moon, the great mother! Protectress of our destinies and secret intentions. Fly up and light our deeds by your limpid light.
A life that's bound by the chains of reality
Would you let me your Endymion

I would
Bathe in your moonlight and slumber in peace
Enchanted by your
are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Where the books were found by the golden ones

Written in pain, written in awe
By the puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers
jabs
Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never
blow la (Who) drove by
(Who) so high (Who) you know five
(Who) got louie kicks, like the checker board
(Who) will smack you, and check your broad

(Who)
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
Promoter book venues that are too small, ignore the call 

Seventy thousand jam packed arenas 

with rock fans wearin backpacks 

Merchandise sell nice
Ray-Gun" -> Chuck D

[Chubb Rock]
Listen.. cause brothers and sisters
it's time for everyone to go fishin
for your history - open a book and read
between
play that shit
By the time we got halfway through watchin' "Ray" I hit
I laid it down beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake