Transport Is Arranged

You better find your way out, you better learn how to run

You better walk away and leave the angles for the shills

Well, I've been thinking for days about the means and the ways

That I could hate all I touch, I know you're my lady

But I could trickle, I could flood

A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldn't teach me to love

All the above

Easy talking, border blocking, transport is arranged

Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece

Walk to Baltimore and keep the language off the street

Well, I'm of several minds, I am the worst of my kind

I want to cremate the crutch, I know you're my lady

But phone calls could corrupt the morning

I heed the surgeon's warning

Pillars of eights

I swung my fiery sword

I vent my spleen at the lord

He is abstract and bored

Too much milk and honey

Well, I'll waltz through the wilderness

With nothing but a compass and a canteen

Setting the scenes

Easy walking, border blocking, transport is arranged