On patched jeans of the road plied by worn-out Tippers
No! is the honk of Tippers not kiss moans
Egg-heads land on the cotton in the sky
Life is green, no blood is my bargain
On patched jeans of the road plied by worn-out Tippers
No! is the honk of Tippers not kiss moans
Egg-heads land on the cotton in the sky
Life is green, no blood is my bargain