I keep
My inspiration coming
My fingers never sleep
They're just constantly drumming
Out of closets I creep
Early Sunday morning
Cause I can hear Zeus in the sky
Angry! Up there! STORMING!
Yeah he's raging, he needs a vacation
But he really can't get down or take a step now
From his porch that his wife Lyndell
Told him to mend she was gone to hell
And he's worried thin
I feel sorry for him
That's why I don't sleep
And just folly with sin
Bitterly, Unweathered like Wilted Wheat
Keep me sleeping deeply, through the morning
When Zeus is up there storming in his misery
And Lyndell shedding heat just like the witch she be
Peace
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