Roots Testo

And the shine with its sheen
And the trains with their tracks,
And the spines with their backs,
And your sway with its slow
And the wind with its blow,
And your scream with its soul I DON❝T PLAY ROCK AND ROLL
And the people with their lungs
And the people with their paws.
If the sky were a stone made of lips made of bone,
count my teeth to keep the time.