BILBAO BO DIDDLEY

Searching for a reason or at least a straight line
Lost in the museum no structure of time
I nearly got caught last century curse
My clock ticked backwards from bad to worse

I got genius here - A big concept
Nothing to fear - A big concept

Pay her for her touch - easier that way
Call her in the morning - even less to say
Relatives haunt him - monochrome
My soul was depleted - energy gone

Habits so compulsive - no sense of choice
His own thoughts spoken in a stranger's voice
Ideals lay shattered - lost hope
They call it men and women - God's greatest joke

The glare of the guard - said to step away
Basque brown eyes - dressed in red and grey
He left the Guggenheim he was feeling kinda funky
A neck like a giraffe and he laughed just like a monkey

No genius here - a big concept
Nothing to fear - a big concept

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