Adam Three

Wouldn't it be great, to dance on fallen snow, to gurgle with the rain, say it's not a ruse, a fatal night that’s gone, what it is got loose, don't worry about gain, at supper ask for bones, search for stuff to pay, forget it is our due, or the need to show, our party is the duel, we’ll always walk in State, spit upon the loans, consider what remains, we can never choose, when we’re up or down, we only burn low fuel, lips are made to celebrate, great deeds where jungles grow, champagne cognac is our grace, no one need ever know.