Westie Can Drum (B-side)

Three, oh three, the seconds they are sequins And the minute string, raveled 'round the mannequin Formless space, a party line at last that we can All embrace and segue to the burning masses Ten to 11, don't question, just get in I think that we are losing our way Westie, you cannot drum Half past noon, visualize centaur baying At the moon, his profile is a silver circle Brings to mind the portraits on the coinages And Lincoln's beard, and why's he got a horse's body? Griffin, a cruiser You'll love her, you'll lose her I think that we are losing our way Westie, you cannot drum Five, 19, deluded like a Dixiecrat I don't you Clog latrine and clean it like a Dixiecrat And deck the halls with spirulina Dry route to Devon, so great like Heaven I think that we were losing our way Westie, you cannot drum No, Westie, you cannot drum