Needs The Maddening Glare
She was in, she got out
From a dead end pockmarked stoners house
She was in, she got out
The boys drinking rubbish by the roundabout
She left on her own
She left on her own
She got out first, wait for me
She got out first, wait for me
Wait for me, wait for me
She was in, she got out
From the maddening glare of the walkabout
She was in, she got out
Pissed up lives and sleeping around
She left on her own
She left on her own
She got out first, wait for me
She got out first, wait for me
Wait for me, wait for me
Debt ridden lovers of the A-40
A fruit machine at a service station
Darling, darling, hold on, hold on
Darling, darling, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on!
Sha-la-la, sha-la-la...
