1 A Forestful Of Rogues LyricsI read somewhere you pick up one end of a stick
And you also raise the other
And here I am between my son and my father
And they whisper "Well, who put him in charge"
All the secret's out, the tide clock here it has surely turned
The burn has bolted, the horse has folded
As a recorder of strange things
I can feed on familiarities
Here in my dwam, on the cusp of
On the edge of similarity
And the wisdom rolls
Never take a shortcut through a forestful of rogues
And forget those words, they were never sincere
How else did we end up round here
And I need them all
I need them all
I need them all
I need them all
Empty my pockets of loose change
That son of yours, tell me just what was his name
And who put you in charge
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