Text: Clutch. Pitchfork and Lost Needles. What Would A Wookie Do?.

Two oaken doors
Open two floors
Imported marble
Victorian drawers

They go betweens
Bucolic scenes
Machiavellian
And all the lesser name schemes

Greyhounds and rabbits
Go 'round and 'round
But everybody scatters
When the Hindenburg goes down

Robber baronesses
Carpet baggersese
But honestly speakin', now
We all got the same disease

I'm afraid the party's canceled
The servants never showed
And all the world was penciled
On this foreboding note

Force gettin' ready
Man, we get too much
All the world suffers
The wookie's wicked clutch

The theocrats
With cricket bats
Has a lot of love to give ya
Never take it back

A graver danger
You bounce and rape her
Medulla oblongata go
I'll see you all later

Our fist is draggin'
One leg behind
And when the trap is sprung
The warrior loses his mind

Assassins trippin'
High on hashish
But honestly speakin', now
We all need the same relief

One day or another, kid
Our world will be gone
One day or another, kid
Our death will be done

One day or another, kid
Our world will be gone
One day or

General borders
You have your orders
Invisible free masonry
Incoming mortars

The fly is landing
And are demanding
Keep on firing until
The last man standing

Stock cars and habits
Go 'round and 'round
But everybody scatters
When the stock market goes down

Robber baronesses
Carpet baggersese
But honestly speakin', now
We all got the same disease

I'm afraid the husband canceled
The gang never showed
And all the tread was prancled
On this foreboding note

Force gettin' ready
Man, we get too much
All the world will suffer
The wookie's wicked clutch