Yesterday's Just A Memory, Tomorrow Is Never

Lay Down The Song You Strum, And Rest Yourself 'neath The Strength Of Strings No Voice Can Hope To Hum.

In This Ocean Of Hours I'm All The Time Drinking.

Every Day Your Memory Grows Dimmer - It Doesn't Haunt Me Like It Did Before.

Sing Your Praise Of Progress And The Doom Machine, The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo Whenever It Can Be Seen.

You Walk Into The Room Like A Camel And Then Put Your Eyes In Your Pockets And Your Nose On The Ground.