SONG SAMPLE APPLES AND GRAPES

Flip a coin and count to three
Turn around and tell me what you see
I see a man in a cacoon bitterly waiting for his wings
Well he's tired of crawling on the ground,
He's gonna fly till he can't breath
and when the wax begins to melt he's gonna burn into debris.

Blowing in the breeze
changing by degrees
as far as i can see
aint nothing that i need
can't force yourself to sleep
falling to my knees
when i get tangled in the trees
like free but i can't leave.

Flip a coin and count to five
watch me walk these crooked lines
moving quickly going nowhere
in the wrong amount of time
just wait until i catch my breath and turn these nickels into dimes
you say a lot but don't say nothing
i guess that aint a crime.

Fibber & The Backward Man