Dale Slamma & The Hill St Blues

On hearing You're in my head resounding arcs and rhythms I can not catch I pushed my hand right into her and still didn't find my own face

Fed, watered and chaperoned

Yes

I have some issues

No

That's not electric light my friend its your vision growing dim

Do it for nothing more than the money

I will fight them on the beaches

This morning

I'll be drinking til we meet again