Letra de Conduit for sale!

I´m tryin´, I´m tryin´....
Imagine if you will Herr Proctor, alias a nobleman,
son of son of scion
scion. Part of his rich inheritance,
parcel in generous
[divorced sense]
forklift beam.
Certain plots of land and living quarters deemed by all
gentlemen,
and wives thereof, to be grossly humane and frankly,
quite
[undirty]

I´m tryin´, I´m tryin´....
Herr Proctor, in his enviable good taste,
tries quick escape gambit via local
periodicals, but no takers.
The land
[???]
was stationed in a conduit
between two cells,
a veritable no-man´s-land,
[rain, the flophouse, cog-
bone terrors]
and carbon monoxide wallpaper. All
[his brig-deck trina]
boys ask: is it livable?

I´m tryin´, I´m tryin´....
Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist,
rents low-down scab
house in conduit,
Herr Proctor offers said land for a song, but no one
wants to sing.
In an attempt to maintain social privileges,
yet mask it as
goodwill, he says to the conduit members,
´Take this rotten old tree and
make it bear fruit."
Cheers erupted throughout the
[???]
settlement. An
Italian male was heard to say,
"between here and there is better than
anything over there!"

I´m tryin´, I´m tryin´