Will Johnson Necessitarianism (fred Merkle's Blues)
In a final splash of [Sun]
[Overkill For Fun]
Time had him on a leash
So I told him not to run
And then everything went black
Once he heard the crack
And the mystery got [Crude]
Almost changed
And in a most destructive way
[It Crammed] his head, it seems
There's nowhere left to be
Says a wiser voice in me
The accusations felt
[] in [You] too well
There's a hollowed out decree
New York City heat
[Mugs in Never] []
[] for a day
Did you know your heart [] slip
[Gone Was Fit To Me]
And then never [] way
They all have their sake
There's nowhere left to be
Says a wiser voice in me
There's nowhere I could stay
In this city, for one more day
There nowhere left to be
Says a wiser voice in me
