All Or Nothing

All Or Nothing

A choice of voice that is not mine

A fine tone of sublime has been missing since nine (a.m.)

and I am only vaguely missing when those days weren’t behind

It was fun and made sense, the circles were intense, and the ice suckie refills were free

But these days they cost me

It’s that blur of back beating which had me digging up

And the riff vs the lick which both kind of screwed us

And grey blonde little prep was lovely

But those days are gone, a punk song is not the answer

I creep out and lose my chance

Forget it, turn it up, let’s dance

– Scott Sandwich

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