Arabs turn to liquid, Egyptians hard as rock
The surgery is over, it’s the last tick tock
Mockingbirds fall from the sky
The eagle soars high
Alaskan folk songs, the Eskimo lie
I learned this on the road, the road belongs to Bill
The master of travel, the master of gravel
House of God opens at dawn
When doves cry in pain
The sobering wine bottle
The webs in your brain
Great white hunter, eats his words
I feed them to him
I learned this on the road, the road belongs to Bill
The master of travel, the master of gravel
I walked along the road, the road belongs to Bill
The master of tar, the master of my car
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