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I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirty Caught like flies preserved for tomorrow's jewelry Lighted in the amber yard, green shell back, green shell back Listen for tomorrow's eyes in tree beer, tar black brer sap The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The consul a horse, Washington, I think we're lost Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today's belongings? Who will sweep the floor, hedging near the givens? Rally 'round your leaders, it's the mediator season Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led? The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The consul a horse, oh man, I think we're lost The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The matter of course, Washington Lighted in the amber yard, green shell back, green shell back Skylight, stock tight, Nero pie-tied in tree, tar black brer sap Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockade's game Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, grab your fiddle The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The consul a horse, Washington, I think we're lost The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The consul a horse, Washington, I think we're lost