What Is Quicksand
Well, right now in Tokyo
Only place I am
When my blisters are immersed
In fresh as fresh tin can
I've always talked about
How the cretins span the world
In the time that I've known you
I've yet to have shown you
A moron with his snarl unfurled
But right back in Tokyo
With a tough encircled hand
Thousand vultures smokyo
Cigareet with a seegear band
I've never talked about
How to carve up daddy's boat
In the space of a half year
We've yet to embark, my dear
To another shallow side of the moat