To Nkroachment: Yarbles
Fall
Everyday you have to die some
Everyday you have to cry some
All the good times are past and gone
Wipe the tears from your eyes son
In the bathroom the presence was luminous
Everyday you have to die some
Everyday you have to cry some
All the good times are past and gone....
On the landing they found full credit
In the bathroom the presence was illuminous