A military station in the desert.
Can we resolve the past
Lurking jaws, joints of time?
To come of age in a dry place
Holes and caves.
My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains
The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap
Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show
They gave out free records to the best couple
Spades dance best, from the hip.
Lyrics added by Sandra Quinn