3 junk
The three johns
What a piece of junk
When he speaks his mind
What a pile of junk
And it's moving baby analog
When he speaks his mind
What a pile of junk
And it's moving baby analog
Pacific wind with her last breath
Is asking for a rest
But she's all go
All the houses lean together
They're blinkered from the morning sun
Earth movers at the edge of town
They're looking down
Moving earth around
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