Fair To Midland:Granny Niblo

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,
& it climbs
& it sings
&&&.

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.

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
cause 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 - 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 tought
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 do as we say and i'll do as i've said
until my tongue parts the sea
"on" said that self-defense texture of the reed
& it climbs
& it sings