Reggae

It may be sweet And it may be poor And it may be back And it may be forward And it may be done And it may be sick And it may be sweet And it may be It may be new And it may be cross And it may be sweat And it may be woe And it may be hard And it may be hard And it may be dark And it may be mould And it may be back And it may be old And it may be done And it may be sick And it may be soon And it may be tongue But as long as I keep an hourglass, everything's in line Maybe it's an hourglass, everything in line But I wish I could be as elegant as Soo The way he comes in through a room in a way I cannot do In a coat of nine tails and fresh leather shoes Straight from the cow, I tell you Straight from the cow But my shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range My shoes, the rotting flesh of a mange My shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range And I have no name to the skin folds near who show no face But all I can hear as they gawk, and they gurn, and they scream, and they laugh I must make a new plan, if I hope to ever last And it may be It may be And it may be And it may be And it may be hard And it may be hard And it may be hard And it may be hard It may be hard And it may be hard It may be hard, it may be hard, it may be, may be, may be As long as I keep As long as I keep As long as I keep As long as I keep As long as I keep As long as I keep everything will fall into line