Over the stalls pacers pace
Lacix love can’t be traced
I’ve got a system; I’ve got the line
I’m on the inside, right every time

Snake!
 

CIRCA 1762
Met her when I was a drum cadet
Sold her the skins off my second set
Yves!

See myself come running back
See myself come running back
Running back, running back
Running, running, running back
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
Running back, running back
Running, running, running back

Asshole, royal blue velvet robe
Castles, we never had any of those

See myself come running back
See myself come running back
Running back, running back
Running, running, running back
See myself come running back
See myself come running back
Running back, running back
Running, running, running back

I was in a three-piece band
And there were no strings
Only winds and skins
And torn flags

The burnt, burnt match
Relight the burnt match
Light the burnt match
And stick a flag on it
 

SECRET KNOWLEDGE OF BACKROADS
So you wanted it
The priceless sword
The ancient craft
I’m so bored with your ancient craft
And your ancient laughs
And everyone is laughing at you

He sees it all there
He sees it behind him
It’s behind his southern mind
And it’s so new

So Hunter called, said to me
It’s not as good as the first EP
Beside himself, on the shelf
Off the blue, into the grey

He sees it all there
Sees it behind him
It’s behind his southern mind
It’s so new

Kick the sand, kick the can
Kick it in the face of another man
So you kick it out, it's out of town
I never felt _ _

I know what I want
I know it’s behind me
Behind my western mind
And it’s so new

It’s so new
 

ED AIMS
There’s no fire
A charming face on his sister
A darling face on his sister
And a dour face on his sister
A bratty face on his sister
I wish I could
But I can’t handle her at all

Give me your lens-cap please

There’s a chief investigator standing in the middle of the street
Where his aunt was slashed last night
once they running from market to the hydrant
And he can’t do his job properly
‘Cause she gave him the favourite presents every holiday
And he dearly misses her

So they call
So they call

Run, run me down

So they called a private investigator with a long nose and a large pipe with no problem
Picks up the assailant leaning on a large leg in a valley sixty miles away
You know what he said?
“He did the crime, but I’m doing the time, chief investigator”

This is a song about lonely Edward Franklin Aims
Out of a job
Steadies himself as a tinker
Has his two children shovelling small plates under the chin
Amateurs, scraps of change and tenement men
And one case separated him from the decent and stress filled life
They’re keeping it somewhere in a small museum outside of Copenhagen
He looks off into the ocean
Respect to the Vikings
And the Caucasian warriors
I lost, it's lost
 

THE LIST OF DORMS
Going home
 

RAIN AMMUNITION
Rain ammunition
The four prey
Winter is wrapped and it’s a cold bitter trap
Right away moves the virgin tribe

Lady _ _ for him up your dress
No one will lay it and no one will say it
Kids are like a wild _ _
Tough shaved legs won’t ever be the same

Passion

There’s a troop, he’s not plural
He’s dropped off by a desert shack
Shantytown look at your lime sparks
Under the tree she falls like a leaf

Flutter

Stay on the primal scream track
Rave up your fortune
The miners will help you get back, back, back, back
What they took away in ‘82

Labour, labour