The Weird Wild And Wonderful World Of Tony Potts

Something gets me as the spark goes across the ignition

Sprinkle shot ends on the new ten by tens and the rough spool

Four pressed in vain every shutter stop and grain

Two o'clock early arousing asphyxes our zig-zag

Chocolate shake and the pen remains reversal precast

Might strike my town but it wasn't that way inclined

Firebird, I'm going to start on a gamble

Sprocket frame lines out if all fails, moon hour

Round about noon caught a girl in a fudge bar restaurant

Led off a wild herd all black splashes with an old mustang

V and M plus S double 08 and four-eighths try S

Making the world take a slap on that form of cassette man

Think I'll be winding a dark spool and gleaming a tall flood

Fate how fading double headed eight number is

Firebird, I'm holding thinner black lines

Spacing depending on bald tall men

Air frame that produces a liquid thought much of

By the swaying of the gloom something wicked persuades us

Hurls it at a gun, shutter speed to make light spun

Now about earth call this thing markers in camera running

Show you're less angry your art casts a shadow so different

Round the roof tops now look up

Firebird, I'm holding fast to ashes

Patent polyester on sale, bread slam