You want to walk straight down the line I just sashay from side to side Coming at you from behind Coming at you, all scissors and knives All shadows and lies You want to walk straight down the line I

What a beautiful day for a crushing defeat What a stupid waste of sunshine A funeral pace down a favourite street But I have to come home sometime, I suppose Don’t be hopeful on my behalf I’d lik

Comecon Converging Conspiracies Pinhole View Are you covered? Are you under the stone? Can I call you? Can I see you alone? Will you show up? Is it your place or mine? Are we friendly? What you see