Yes, I am mother nature's son And I'm the only one I do what I want and I want what I see Huh, could only happen to me I'm so free, I'm so free Oh,
Vicious You hit me with a flower You do it every hour Oh baby, you're so vicious Vicious You want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got is a guitar
I got hearts, ah, in my looney tunes I got dreams and you do, too I got ten wheel drive To pick you up, up to your ears, oh I got refined carbon in my
dumb shit to do or know I am hostage Their young eyes say Jet-lag Wreck Arrogant Big lad He brought home yank Their triptych mentality explodes He laughs Poet
one'll reverse from the home of the pilgrim . little arab and your goddam ex-wife And a pilgrim will come in reverse And descend on the false poet
Visit of an American Poet characters 1 - Narrator 2 - Poet 3 - Wife 4 - Zarenda 5 - Employee 6 - Neighbour 7 - Policeman (Salem, Frisco
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