Aug 26, 2012
Once i was a very young man, and very young man are none to clever Sailed across to faraway lands And farway towns of tin an terror Ran ‘em up in a strip called love Lost my mind in the streets of neon Now I’m coming on back Help me up move right, left foot forward Oh we had a merry old time, but merry old times don’t count for nothing Cocaine, song and women and wine Memories blur and they make me shudder Bed in the morning, eight, four, five, couple of days to get my head off