They used to call me Lord of the Flies
I wore all this flypaper wrapped around my head
shot pool backwards
and rode a gilded swan across a brook
and hitchhiked all the way
nearly
to Shangra La
where I pitched my tent
into a lake
stole a Police man’s bicycle
and I’ve been on the road
ever since
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