As it all adds up and passes me by, as if I were standing in this one spot with Krazy Glue on the soles of my feet, I can only wonder why it all had to start.
The beat styling of J.T. Main courses blood-pumping rhythm through the veins of their first song. Scott Francis roars low, guttural melodies of “Daisy Chain.”
Mama and Papa gone away, They don’t want to know us anymore. Half of us Longhairs, Queers, Punkers, and Junkies. Got no table to sit down at on Easter Sunday.