Paroles de Non Sense Made Me Write This

Foxy caddillac in a motor land Fell for a grace and received a bone Clumsy he stood to gain a kick on the crotch Blasè, french kisses, bad desires, lost friends Classy crew detached a fool Burdened an orange who rot in the trunk Posed as if nothing happened, the motor flinched And we stood, imprisioned at the desert Fade the sound 'cause it's just oil Duck who shambled thru the station The surreal inventory of shafts and copper I saw it, three speculators helping the fantastic recruit I've drew a failed project of a scrambled plastic The copydesk papers are a mes till the boss gets here Corrsive puppies at the downward highroad are pulling some strings To take everyone down and to make everyone frown