Guitar sounds, the drums splash. Our bowl is hot like a sauna. We've looked around the playgrounds. It's sucker fish and Piranhas. . Stuck in a tank Lost in Space.
On Saturday night. When I was born. Down on the farm. Guitar plinkin'. And we started drinkin'. Till the break of dawn. . About twelve o'clock. Everything get hot.
I can't forget shit, I get from other bands. I can't forget kickin' dope in a cargo van. Memphis winter in a frigidare. It gives me more character pissed out winds.