Letra de Joyce's Hut
Drifting sideways is what I like on a Monday Sinking quietly and thinking violently, what's that you say? Driving through on a fulsome moon in the night time I can see what the city has done to the pipelineHopeless sliding, I want no fighting in my car It seems weird but the farmer has sheared over too far The birds are out but I see no doubt of a cure For all the things that go waiting within far are fewer