We dove under the high metal fence
Of the racecourse next to Flemington bridge
With the girls and the boy and the armmaker
Who promised us lines on return
And on top of the van for the franchise chicken shop
We baked in bedding slips and what little water we got
And we kissed under fluorescant security lights
Like moths who'd had too much white wine
And now the rains poring down and the dent stains and stinks
We stay in bed while everything falls to bits
And we sleep all night in the everloving ams of whiskey and friends
Slow passing time
And we play all day with the hatchets battoned down
And on the coldest of mornings i got ripped from my bed by delusions of grandeur and a fear of the dead took the first of us down to the shore [?] my dreams about better and more
And i slip the economy
And i'll fool myself back to a place where i can stand and yell
And i wont just sit and stare at your pretty face your faded peroxide hair
And i write everything i remember in a little black book that i left at a party where i took too much (too much) too much acid
And we sleep all night in the everloving ams of whiskey and friends, slow passing time and we play all day with the hatchets battened down
And she's a boy but she'll be a girl for me
And i'm the girl but i'd do anything for her
And i'm standing out here freezing
But she'd do (she'd do) she'd do the same for me

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