Take centre stage and fill it up with dirt,
Did you get your messages from her?
What will we do with old photographs when you get blown in half.
Then fill it up with dirt,
Did you get your messages from her?
What will we do with old photographs when you get blown in half.
I’ll take my time with this one and see it through.
Then I had to put a face to the name coz all the lyrics that I sung were lies, I was tried feeling wry,
And feeling like a spare body part – heathen head and howling heart.
Let’s sing another verse and toast our privileges here and unearth another box of dusty phonographs, that never made it past the insides of a leather bag.
The lights have gone from our Vegas, still haven’t stepped outside the moot, so close the cellar door and hide that evil mocking bird.