Pacemaker

Juveniles, hide your porno mags The girl's got problems at her yard so she's packing up her bags full of rags Her man got down from Po Na Na While the Madre still in the kitchen smokes a 20-deck fags Body bags come back on planes from wartorn Iraq It's the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath Baby T, the juice and the dog just barks Remember man the bully always had the last laugh It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar White socks, black shoes with the ballads in the car With a lump in the throat she won't understand Twos on a cigarette it's all blah blah Bloody obli obla dah glug down liquor Life goes on for all the daytrippers Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger By the end of this letter it may all be better Well she's always asking with the who, where and how The girls say ooh la la Well if I had another chance I'd do it differently now And the girls say ooh la la la la la la la From Trafalger Square where the crackpipe