Byegone

Day dead bye-gone Laying near the lights of the knights of the northern lodges There’s a border road No one slip slides or is stopping And the neighborly, sleeping in a coffin With enough keif You could really bore someone Took a rat trap out to the Ache Inn We were drinking all the ways to down Door 'as wide open You know what were saying 'bout us now He’s a legend I’m a legend And we both go tripping through the door Well, you know that we are northern now I heard you promise me At the north end of monogamy Cut there from filament lead Somewhere I heard you scream: For others’ hearts And in the limiest of lights Hold the keys to a Cuban flight that you won’t ever ride It’s time to up and die Set sail! Set sail! Set sail! Set sail! Hon, you plenty competent So why aren’t you confident It’s softening to be softening Then why are you so constant then? Are we going on a coat ride? Well, were off and definitely stumbling Tossing off your compliments, wow Sexing all your Parliaments