3rd verse just like the other two: New York calling at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth but there's no telling from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient That's me Am I late? Final chorus with same advice as before: That's the state of my story and it may be one day something complete At the end of the quarry I have dug a hole for all the world to see A cannonball as big as the (guitaretab.com)
