Really don't mind if you sit this one out My words but a whisper, your deafness, a shout I may make you feel but I can't make you think Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink So you ride ...
May I make my fond excuses for the late-ness of the hour; But we accept your invitation, and would bring you Beltane's flower. For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track. And ...