作曲 : Smith
folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise now peter had 
Paul dont have it 
I have it have it said 
I in this rolling glowing growing stolen place that dont belong to me it aint funny you say ok 
I had it up to here with you this giddy little lifetime yer time my time dont agree with you some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup