The Situationist Lyrics

a simple case of timing,one thin thred,
a thimbleful of lies.
a lie along the way
could make your wave,
then we'd all say your name.
fly your flag away

and see who waves,
they might just say your name. i loved the time when
a little clumsy rhyming
could fit the crown on your head.
head down arms straight out,
left without having completely sussed it out.
head to the sun i'ved left to run

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