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