Max Thrash dashed down the road like a rich stricken miser
Tossing metal jacks for the tires of travelers
He'll never get caught
For the mischief he's wrought
Yet everyone will be the wiser

Jill Gameth likes the mess
It's a break from the rest
Like breath in a balloon
Floating in space

Will a sense end up less
Or a terma take the test
Time is coming soon
As she runs her race

Rudy Humanaki is gettin' kinda caulky
Spittin' in his kitchen and shittin' in his alley
The cards fly through the air
But he doesn't care
He says
They're just there to mock me

Inanna pours some wine
And laughs at the time
Like a lady unbound
From her iron lace

Like a never ending line
To the scene of the crime
She feels she's found
Her proper place

And so it's goes until it's gone
Who knows how long it's been going on
Drippin' like tears drops
A river never stops
Following its' flowing song