Ragged & Ecstatic

What makes your tapping toes so much better than mine? When the hours are lonesome, is it all that you think about? We're all fingers and toes, shoulders and spines: But you're all eyes at the moment, is there more to your sight? Jesus man, there's h

Brother hold your head this way And bustle to the front of the line Coz if they catch your eyes before you get inside, Well you'll never be allowed People got a name for us Coz we escape the strain of the days Oh we stretch in the side and bend in th