Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion, and Dorothy Day, was my couch in May, I could tell my bank was calm, my remote so swell gave thanks with my palms  In my peer's show, I thought of the band's prism and the moon being giant, their score's lead was also what I craved, the buzz was no doubt their to stay, I rang that bell and ranked the lunatics on the lawn, my free vote said oh well, last time the sync behaved with my music fan think tank and the gift was the then silent from the scrip