There's a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
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Poison's rising. I'm up too tight.
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I might not be responsible
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for the things that I might do.
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My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
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Bees in my bonnet. Stew in juice.
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Sauté-simmer, shallow-fry
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when it all trickles down to you.
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It all trickles down.
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Yes it all trickles down.
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Well it all trickles down,
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from me to you.
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My day was rough, don't care about yours.
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I put muddy feet on your polished floor.
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A goose to cook, a job that I'm
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well qualified to do.
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And it all trickles down.
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Yes it all trickles down.
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Well it all trickles down
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from me to you.
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Would be the one, would be the tea on toast.
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Would be the Son, would be the Holy Ghost.
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If this is not believable
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then you've just had one too few.
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Would be the mad Jack to your Queen of Spades.
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A little Mac in your burger trade.
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One dead-cert consequence --
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it all trickles down to you.
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And it all trickles down.
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Yes it all trickles down.
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Well it all trickles down
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from me to you.
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There's a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
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Poison's rising. I'm up too tight.
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I might not be responsible
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for the things that I might do.
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My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
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Bees in my bonnet. Stew in juice.
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Sauté-simmer, shallow-fry
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when it all trickles down to you.
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It all trickles down.
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Yes it all trickles down.
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Well it all trickles down,
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from me to you.
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It Trickles Down
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Jethro Tull |