Testo: Pavement. Westing (By Musket And Sextant). From Now On.

From now on, I make haste
To carry my skin into the arm
Must of [unverified], never less, never less
Caught might grow in to a mind that eats like a big taste lie

I've laid low from now on, this is a joke
When he sees the skin rough on me
Play low, from now on, this is a joke
Can I see the skin rot on a dog stray's hide