Westie Can Drum - B-side

Three, oh three, the seconds they are sequins
 And the minute string, raveled 'round the mannequin
 Formless space, a party line at last that we can
 All embrace and segue to the burning masses
 Ten to 11, don't question, just get in
 I think that we are losing our way
 Westie, you cannot drum
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 Half past noon, visualize centaur baying
 At the moon, his profile is a silver circle
 Brings to mind the portraits on the coinages
 And Lincoln's beard, and why's he got a horse's body?
 Griffin, a cruiser
 You'll love her, you'll lose her
 I think that we are losing our way
 Westie, you cannot drum
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 Five, 19, deluded like a Dixiecrat
 I don't you
 Clog latrine and clean it like a Dixiecrat
 And deck the halls with spirulina
 Dry route to Devon, so great like Heaven
 I think that we were losing our way
 Westie, you cannot drum
 No, Westie, you cannot drum