Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can
Get your filthy hands off my desert!
What he say?
Brezhnev took
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet
Fuck with all that, we've got to get on with
When you're one of the few to land on your
Button your lip
And don't let the shield slip
Take a fresh
They disembarked in '45
And no one spoke and no one
Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying a clout these little
Tell me true
Tell me why was Jesus crucified?
Was it for
In my rear view mirror the sun is going down
Sinking
They flutter behind you, your possible pasts
Some bright eyed and
