Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room
Cut around the block
Shake in the boots we stocked
I'll turn your onset to off
With patience and much practice of keeping all this clean
Wipe the floor with rust
Abigail's lost touch and it makes for scattered debris

For nine years and square stars
Tonight we have it all made
For nine months and square stars
Tonight we have it all made
Tonight we have it all made

All the bells were out of unison
I knew not why the latitude carried on
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues
I was built on binds of paperback
I knew not if the stories were told or taught
And all of our knees were carved in sand from Leningrad

"On" said the rod and reel and not a drop to drink
But we say as we do and I'll do as I've said
Until my tongue parts the sea
"On" said that self-defensed texture of the reed
And it climbs
And it sings
And and and
For nine years and square stars
Tonight we have it all made
For nine months and square stars
Tonight we have it all made
Tonight we have it all made

All the bells were out of unison
I knew not why the latitude carried on
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues
I was built on binds of paperback
I knew not if the stories were told or taught...

All the bells were out of unison
I knew not why the latitude carried on
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues
I was built on binds of paperback
I knew not if the stories were told or taught
And all of our knees were carved in sand from Leningrad