Andrew Wyatt
Cluster Subs
Vietnam, back in the good old daysyou could almost hear the atom bombsI've suddenly been cut to piecesvoices from the stereo are on the line, and the cities blossoming for all mankinddaydreamer, riding the train out to see your sister at mount holyokeI've suddenly been shot to ribbonslining up to hear them play fleur de lis, and that old sensation coming over meyou can namaste all you bloody want toyou can curse my name all you bloody want to i don't carethere's a sun in the middle that cannot fallthere's a child in the theatre who's unaware that our subs are out in the gulf,their airtight hatches are shut.letterman, aint it a shame that now we should say our goodbye?I've suddenly been shot to ribbons
From Letras Mania