The other night I was playing twister with some amputees.
It's awkward doing it with anybody, but it's like Twister.
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain't got the faith to stand its ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart Blow away the dreams that break your heart Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.
If I get clear of my debts, I care not though men call me bold, glib of tongue, audacious, impudent, shameless, a fabricator of falsehoods, inventor of words, practised in lawsuits, a pettifogger, a rattle, a fox, a sharper, a knave, a dissembler, a slippery fellow, an imposter, a rogue that deserves the cat-o-nine-tails, a blackguard, a twister, a licker-up of hashes; they call all this when they meet me, if they please, I care not.
He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.
One man's pet-stained carpet is another man's Twister game.
Challenge me, that'd be to my advantage I'm outstanding, like standing outside up in the twister, and walking out undamaged
