I Never Could Guess Your

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.

A Cat's Meow And Cow's Moo, I Can Recite Them All.

Proud To Steal Her Anything She Sees, But You Will Wind Up Peeking Through Her Key Hole Down Upon Your Knees.

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

We Are Singing Today Of The Wipe-out Gang - The Wipe-out Gang Buys, Owns & Operates The Insanity Factory - If You Do Not Know Where The Insanity Factory Is Located, You Should Hereby Take Two Steps To The Right, Paint Your Teeth & Go To Sleep.