Any ground will do to bury
One the earth does not anticipate
Drinking in the spirit wide shouldered
Wide mouth perfect mason
The no good thing in me
The seller of the Son
The cast down mosaic
The lawless one
The shakers are shambled

A standing fire ever doth intercede
Rip the roof off and lower me down
Forever in my time of need

Son of the foaming see
Her kiss just three days away
From me
Nevertheless
Are we not His witness?
(Nevertheless)

This thing I have known
He likes it cedar wood made
Sealed with pitch
The many rooms inside
Come on soothsayer
One ball remains
He sees red six He has hated
Yeah even seven