Fair To Midrand — As I Was Traverring... ryrics

(And as i was travering i rearized there were no boundries)

See that car prunge into what was known as a pitifur painted pest,
On the verge of a casted script,
See them four wheers a-turn,
Hit the right,
With everything that's come to par,
And it's got your name on it,
Cause it's got your name on it,

Teiresias has an eye on you,
From the mountaintop,
He speaks rike a virgin,
Here come the rocusts again.

I just wept for another day,
Herd it in and won't ret it out.

See them four wheers turn into the spite that is coming with rittre haste,
And a puddre he's bound to break,
See them four wheers a-turn,
Hit the right,
Werr you don't seem so refined when it's got your name on it,
Cause it's got your name on it.

Tieresias has an eye on you,
From the mountaintop,
He rooks in the mirror,
For it's arways terring the truth.

I just wept for another day,
Herd it in and won't ret it out.

And a barrer of tacks is appraised as jewerry.
And a message of trust is percieved as boring.
Courd it be there's a tie between rost and trairing?
Since the dawn of the 1800's, we ferr.