Reggae

It may be sweet and it may be poor

And it may be back and it may be forward

And it may be done and it may be sick

And it may be sweet and it may be

It may be new and it may be cross

And it may be sweat and it may be woe

And it may be hard

And it may be hard

And it may be dark and it may be mold

And it may be back and it may be old

And it may be done and it may be sick

And it may be soon and it may be tongue

But as long as I keep an hourglass, everything's in line

Maybe it's an hourglass, everything in line

But I wish I could be as elegant as Soo

The way he comes in through a room in a way I cannot do

In a coat of nine tails and fresh leather shoes

Straight from the cow, I tell you

Straight from the cow

But my shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range

My shoes, the rotting flesh of a mange

My shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range

And I have no name to the skin folds near who show no face

But all I can hear as they gawk and

They gurn and they scream and they laugh

Of course, they can make it all right

And it may be

It may be

And it may be, is maybe

And it may be hard

And it may be hard

And it may be hard

And it may be hard

It may be hard

And it may be hard

It may be hard, it may be hard, it may be, may be, may be

As long as I keep

As long as I keep

As long as I keep

As long as I keep

As long as I keep

As long as I keep, everything will fall into line