what's california? with them streams, and their creeks. running down, down to the sea. ohoh, let me see. a latex ice age descended the pint-sized children and fathers of the land though the ice is repulsive to them when the winter, it bloody clings and the summer, it moves long so, hit the road and hit the wrong come along: my bait's all right make one famous, make next sick upon my collar i'll feel your prick row the poly with the poly i really need you because there's HOLEY woods and there's holy creeks and there's love in the limbs and love in the treetops. "they will rise to greet occasions." they will run from the falling apart they will rise from great occasions, and they will run from falling apart