I’m a preacher,
a down decision.
Another creature,
the last division.
Let it go,
Reel it in.
For the creature
on television.
There is no turning back to nobody.
There is no second chance,
no third degree.
I’m a fixture,
spoiled decision.
Pretty picture,
a superstition.
Let it go,
Can she in?
For the creature
on television.
There is no turning back to nobody.
There is no second chance,
no third degree.
There is no turning back to nobody.
There is no second chance,
no third degree.