To Nk Roachment: Yarbles

Everyday you have to die some
Everyday you have to cry some
(For the rumour)
All the good times are past and gone
Wipe the tears from your eyes, son
On the landing
They found
Full credit
In the bathroom
The presence
Was luminous
Everyday you have to die some
Everyday you have to cry some
Wipe the tears from your eyes, son
All the good times are past and gone…