'Cause Simon Said Send

Red Rum sighted the shining touch the Glass Eye with a dash of sinister to Priest,

on the sin a call with a word to blackened Tar off an ounce the Core by ride,

I will Mount the top to that Climb no lather needed as the browse sweat Angels,

Hell of course to Venue the Motor Cycles that engine to the Fight of Piers look a Type`d.

Hit The Wire buy The Knows