Tekster:
Air Traffic Never Even Told Me Her Name

-rag-clad clown run-around Never even told me her name But I found it in a half-burnt pin-up Polaroid Smiling through the wall at her place Looking at her

s a shotgun pressed between them. I'll never get married. I'll never have kids. I'll never go to Europe. I'll never learn to play piano. I'll never write