Solomon Grundy

Slumber not I tell my goons Hustle till you see the moon When the clouds are heavy You take a break Never despise your ribs Watch out for daughters of Eve Tactics still the same Motives are constant We are waiting for Godot Day after day, night after night All I see is the tree I still brush my teeth But for the beat, none of this matters It only has weight and occupies space Face the fact it's a rat race The rest is history or His stories Just like Santa, it's all banter To keep the plot within the story Slumber not I tell my goons Hustle till you see the moon When the clouds are heavy You take a break Never despise your ribs Watch out for daughters of Eve Tactics still the same Motives are constant We are waiting for Godot Day after day, night after night All I see is the tree I still brush my teeth But for the beat, none of this matters It only has weight and occupies space Face the fact it's a rat race The rest is history or His stories Just like Santa, it's all banter To keep the plot within the story Slumber not I tell my goons Hustle till you see the moon When the clouds are heavy You take a break Never despise your ribs Watch out for daughters of Eve Tactics still the same Motives are constant We are waiting for Godot Day after day, night after night All I see is the tree I still brush my teeth But for the beat, none of this matters It only has weight and occupies space Face the fact it's a rat race The rest is history or His stories Just like Santa, it's all banter To keep the plot within the story