A wannabe singer for the losers
Baby
Baby
His style is free, his indifference
To the multiple fingering of chops
Is apparent and is a warning
Wildlife is accessible in these parts
Paradise is long overdue and
The grind is perfected
As airports and old neighbours
Stretch in parallelism
Towards booming Indonesian dreams
We have societies to build you know
And tunes to croon
Friends to invoice
Madness to drive in
Madness to drive on
Because the ill and tonight's house-bound and
The foreign marine cannot
Standalone
For much longer