Sally Timms - Sentimental Marching Song lyrics

in the barber's shop in the game in the lair of the wrinkled old worm all men the same all men the same born to brutalise on every scale on every scale i'm skipping down the iron line cocooned in a fist i;m running throught the tension rods never kissed so stop all that moaning and sing along with the sirens outside i'll be over at ten we can take a ride the beast lurches into the road breathing deep buckets of brains the room's full of sleep he needs a little love at closing time