Where shall we go to?
Rhett, tell me, what shall we do?
He don't give a damn.
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Where shall we go to?
Rhett, tell me, what shall we do?
He don't give a damn.
Screw the damn yankees
We offered you corn and peace
Harvest casinos
Harvest casinos
Coins rattle and sing their tunes
Silvery and golden
whoops sorry
Harvest casinos
Coins rattle and sing their tunes
Slivers of gold dust
Slivers of gold dust
were found in the garbage.
Mama was very mad.
Mama was very mad
Papa was fumming within
All alone I hid
Hide and seek tonight
I kill the child and then hide
Cops do the seeking
Hide and seek tonight
Nocturnal chase, scurrying paws
Scented tragic flaw
Scented tragic flaw
The last rose of summer's frost
Opens all alone
Opens all alone
the deck of cards from the box.
Solitaire in bed.
Your heart lies still here,
the poet's frenzy provides
no feed to your past.