Night time, Fishing line
Pockets full of string
Soda pop, pick a lock
Now You start to sing.
Orange peels, Electric eels
You stare into the sky
Shoes with taps, lots of cats
What has made you cry?
Rusty nails, Garbage pails
Your mind starts to rot
Alcatraz, red topaz
Empty all your thoughts
Summer ends, the fabric Rends
Your life is forfeit
Say good night, turn out the light
Why did you have to quit?
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