Vacate (Williams Keller)

There's a line in the sky Its jet exhaust Its moccassin looking straight cloud And if you turn your head sideways It can look like a distant twister Coming to swing a cow A quarter mile In three seconds. And lift up my camper and drop her down Not so gently Ain't nothing to worry about Its all under control Ain't nothing to see here Please vacate the premisses We must secure the area And dust for prints Let the evidence be fondled Mentally attempt to solve The mystery that's before you With clues and leeches poppin up Take em down town for questioning Ain't nothing to worry about Its all under control Ain't nothing to see here Please vacate the premisses You have the right to remain silent As well as to yell! At the top of your lungs Why abuse your rights Why not abuse your wrongs Its there where the fun begins and the things We see in the clouds become real She creeps by candle light Shadows to start conversing And the flowers on the bedspread Waiting to suck me up I drift to unconciousness Only to awake Till metal starts grinding on pavement Riding next to my head Line in the sky Its jet exhaust Its mocassin looking straight cloud And if you turn your head sideways It can look like a distant twister Coming to swing a cow A quarter mile In three seconds A lift up my camper and drop her down Not so gently Ain't nothing to worry about Its all under control Ain't nothing to see here Please vacate the premisses