Lletres:
Malcolm Holcombe For The Mission Baby

seen you hangin' outta window strugglin' to the trees swingin' for the younguns they gonna catch a sweeter breeze got uncle davey's letters hunched

the bigtime blues i was a c.e.o. widda souped up seven taxman grinnin' shinin' my shoes now i'm a s.o.b. at the backdoor whinin' no dry clean money for

and tall. it's better to not know the future where i go so kindly make your plans use my back and arms make me straight and tall. a warm shirt for the

now silent as a desert. a fools' death for anothers' best a song and dance no longer sounds the twisted tracks lay in regret dynamited for collapse.

singin' lovely love lil' dark-eyed darlin' lovely be for the mission baby now no one knows the sound of submission when the family whispers down to the mission

for a taste of desire. chorus there's a taste in my mouth bitter as gold i cant swallow the blues and keep my eyes closed well the cat ate the bird he's grinnin' for