Heaven's Hambone


Back up please.
There's a switch to cut honey,
there's a switch to cut.
Who's been born now....
who's been born?
Give them the stick,
give it good,
give it good baby,
give it good bye.
Back up.
Who's cut reality,
who's dug up the bones?!?
It's the flavor of dawn I think.
(That's a shot of whiskey and give-a-dog-a-bone)
Willow-the-whisk (crack)...that's a good switch!
that's a good switch!
Must be cold out there with the fog
hanging low.
It's grayer than wool!...grey...

Damon Wyle
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