Ravel up the worn sleeve of care . . .
rappel the steep cliffs of doubt
In the forest of long-awaiting
"It's good to be King . . .
All for one and everyone for me
I shot an arrow into the air
It fell to earth, i know not where . . .
yikes an arrow in your arse?
A hot pick in your mop yet! (groan)
Hey man am I drivin OK?
I don't know dude, I think we're parked.
