Dollar boy and biscuit girl Mix worlds. I'm included, I'm honoured. Where's the premise? That birds fly home And death's roost is right here. We make a trinity and jump. Right, that's our pyramid, there, fixed. Then I met Scully and the Green man With his six children, One for each eight weeks. We dring healths and star the hunt up Amid the usual ceremonies. You can see us there, jumping One day I was foxed and caught, Became a plough. Driven to work, I shaped The fields to say land. Do crops grew but the marks are there, To your right hand and very bright Driven at last across The whole country, I was a trace Of lines, past mines and villages, I was a map of the new. Some of us are routes, Some destinations, some turned to Self-defeating circles, But I'm a new constellation to learn. There's something in the way of that star, The light doesn't get here. We was Kick step tailed and sierra balled That high! Was never worn down Or worn out - here's why Was up all day night Weekend trip union Was gloved honey Was I Were you? Bomb goddess mulch kitten & Letter child Was never stood up Or stood down That wild! Was always out gone Far around and there Was quick honey Was I Were you? Was emptied and destined Sent cared and determined Was never put down Or put out That early! Was kept sealed