Critic of the black and white. It's your first night.. The Passion Play gets in the way,. Spoils your insight.. . Tell me how the baby's made,. How the lady's laid,.
Tear it down in double quick time. To get the eighth truck shifted 'bout midnight. The locker rooms are empty but the (Strobo Tickers?)(strobe boats?).
All right and honorable gentlemen. And lady, too. Will kindly try to restrain themselves. In derring-do. . As verbal hard graffiti flies. And echoes wall to wall.