Marx's Son

Crawled on a bench
And he ran to the next
And without him
You'd guess like all the rest
Look at him

All I heard I misunderstood
The bench is not mine

All that I heard
Your guess is just as good as the next
Your guess is just as good as the next



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Everding
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