Nothing that rhymes,
nothing profound,
nothing new
‘neath the sun we spin ’round.
No word left unsaid,
no vice left untried,
no bottle that floats
‘cross this prairie so wide.
Nothing that rhymes,
nothing profound,
nothing new
‘neath the sun we spin ’round.
No word left unsaid,
no vice left untried,
no bottle that floats
‘cross this prairie so wide.