Ant Trip Ceremony - Outskirts lyrics

Going down the river, going down the track Don't know where I'm going, but I know I'm going back I've got no money, and I got no girl I'm a hard-times lover in a hard-times world Going to get lost at the edge of town Going there dressed as a dressing gown I'd like to stop and have some fun Breathing down my own neck, and I'm on the run Back to the room through a one-way door Dancing minuet, one foot above the floor The music is soft, but the dance is so fast Dancing with the partners of my past Looking for the girl that nobody needs I said "Is there somebody there to share my sheets?" I'm looking for the girl, my peaches and cream Where the saint is murdered and the first wet dream