It may be sweet

It may be poor

It may be back

It may be fore

It may be done

It may be sick

It may be sweet

It may be 


It may be new

It may be cross

It may be sweat

It may be woe

It may be hard

It may be hard


It may be dark

It may be mould

It may be back

It may be old

It may be done

It may be sick

It may be soon

It may be tongue 


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

Maybe it’s in an hourglass, everything in line

But if I could be as elegant as Soothe way he comes in through a room in a way I cannot do.

He’s got a coat of nine tails and fresh leather shoes, straight from the cow I tell you! warm 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 I can 
hear as they gawk and the gurn and they scream and they laugh, I must 
make a new plan if I hope to ever-last


And it may be

It may be

It may be

It may be 


It may be done and it may be through and it may be woe and it may be 
non and itmay be sweet and it may be cold it may be done it may be done 
it may be may be may be maybe


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