Woorden: Ralfe Band. Swords. Park Bench Blues.

Tow me away I can't stay here anymore bring me your tray of juice my tired lips their so dry.

Roses for pound dirty old sound sit there all day long, i will take two and some glue and i'll stick them to your wife

Park bench blues wholly confused I think I'll have a lie down. I'll dream about you making a stew that we could eat together

But you will be alone with your bones so just settle down...