Guerilla Toss - The String Game

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I’m driving the car, but I’m not the owner
I’m moving the car ever so slowly
It hums the engine like science fiction
Crossing the field in staccato
I’m driving the car, but I’m not the owner
I’m moving the car ever so slowly
It hums the engine like science fiction
And crossing the field in staccato
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
The fly is growing, it’s exponential
Stretching the fur helium latex
The seconds are days, and then much older
Climbing ladders, up then deflating
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near
Jessie’s on it, the end is near