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It all happened so fast

Like a day that already past

These eyes are suffering

A case of whiplash

And now all I remember

Are the words

From a friendly ghost

And as the story goes

(Chorus)

Pablo Picasso played the xylophone

Cinderella played the tuba

And the trombone

E.T. only came here to use the telephone

To crank call his buddy all the way back home

And a Queen is a King

Sitting on a different throne

And no one parties harder

Well maybe those on methadone

Now I’m just a dog

So you can call me bones

And these are my secrets

That should never be told

Now you know.

Turn on the news

The cops are committing crimes

People on the streets

Protesting the beats

And I’m just trying to survive

The Covid One Nine

It’s all on lock down

Like my life now.

Yesterday I met a man

His name written in sand

He had a lot to say

Turned my thoughts another way

A fresh idea glows..

(Chorus)

Pablo Picasso played the xylophone

Cinderella played the tuba

And the trombone

E.T. only came here to use the telephone

To crank call his buddy all the way back home

And a Queen is a King

Sitting on a different throne

And no one parties harder

Well maybe those on methadone

Now I’m just a dog

So you can call me bones

And these are my secrets

That should never be told

Now you know.

I don’t know where to go

With the interest rate at zero

The Feds print money 

None of this is funny

Bills get paid late

While it all hyperinflates.

It feels like an uh oh, oh no

Kind of state

I hope you got what you came for

And settled your score

I guess you might say I’m selling beans

For secrets that rot teeth.

(Chorus)

Pablo Picasso played the xylophone

Cinderella played the tuba

And the trombone

E.T. only came here to use the telephone

To crank call his buddy all the way back home

And a Queen is a King

Sitting on a different throne

And no one parties harder

Well maybe those on methadone

Now I’m just a dog

So you can call me bones

And these are my secrets

That should never be told

Now you know.

Power of mystery

Keep hold of what you are able to believe

But you never hear the whole story

Just believe the babble

Of the stories you think you know.

Cause E.T. only came here to use the telephone

To crank call his buddy all the way back home.

And now you know

So sit back and listen to what you are told

Believe this twisted story show

And now you can think

Of what you think you know.

January 3rd 2021

By: Adam John Hopkins