a rain of fast years and times whipped done me whipped good this very treatment's beaten / this very world way's bush whacked most bachelor uncles into marrying men labor day 1930 / they darken dane pavilion pushing reluctant millions / from innocents to tangle men i shrine the good past / to polished perfect locket i carry and stare into / wallow around in while soon to be ghosts / and pretty tributes look in their wasted time turned back flast with thoughts of woman a trip sleep prayer for winning don't look at me son / with my doings undone and my bushes bending