From the recording Sore Winner


The devil,
he stopped by
with inspiration again
This time
I told him
that he
wouldn't win
Took me awhile
but I got through
Was as bad as
the last time
I blew( it )

And it's raining on the beach
I'm a little slow
A little high
And low
Sometimes right wrong
When you're writing ,all the wrongs
I'm crowing all the turtles
There're all coming along