Gasping through patchouli must
Tarnished lines began to rust
I awoke in dizzy haze
Drowning in your sugared glaze
Mexi-dust persuading red
Raped by patience arrest in bed
Percocet sleep, not too much to dread
Buzzing in my dreams, laughing wisdom dropp ahead
The Jester is the wise man
I heard you calling, 'come by here'
Well it sounds like a whisper
Yes, it sounds like a whisper
Asprin gumming neighborly love
Kind to disaster of late nights above
Sweeping sound put thought to rhyme
Slapped by lust in four-four time
Sleepy Eyes and tapping feet
You make me want it Maple Sweet
Sleep Eyes, MY tapping feet
You make me want it Maple Sweet
The Jester is the wise man
You called for Revolution
Well it sounds like a whisper
Yes, it sounds like a whisper
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