No
  time to fuck
  but you like the rush
  and where would we
  be without sums
  deals we make
  brown paper bag makes for a hat
  when it rains on
  your head mate
  cheers for that
  when the world stops for snow
  when you laugh
  I'm inside
  your mouth
  baboons and birds
  sucking the sun
  with the weight of your deer
  I forgot