See, Our Brains Hada Buncha Control Rods And One Of Those Rods Was Songs.

Oh say can you see?

No, you can’t.

‘Cause your mouth is wide open,

Ears lyrically closed then

Thinking heads south at speed anthem.

Erect and don’t waver.

Better yet, raise a lighter.

Or sup on your share of contemptment.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.