EARTHQUAKE
Maybe a pinpoint accuracy gets
the laser where it's going. I never
knew and I ain't knowing. There
are things in flight now beyond
my comprehension. The tar-heels
are drinking prime whiskey; those
turkey heads are already drunk.
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And it's showing. A raft in the
tar pits is just not gonna' move.
Got me, Los Angeles, 'cause
I'm in the groove.
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