whisky for your courage
Pelman for you pale
Pale riders in around your trail
I might be walking out of your city
Or I might be putting off to set sail
Look me up if you feel
like feeling pretty
look me me up I will meet you
without fail
Whisky for your courage when the wind blows
As it turns around the arms of your white sails
See the flags fly high
And sheets of thunder
Sung like the hymns of god's of wonder
See the plastic bags fly in the tumbler
Raging round like jellyfish of the sky
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