Socially apocalyptic rhyming poem set to cheap and nasty post-punk. Should have been the first single.
lyrics
THE DIN DRIFTED IN
The din drifted in without a clue
Whose house he was even drifting into
He wiped his shoes along the wall
Of the green room
He knocked over the broom
In the green room
He has a super attitude
I left the party oh so rude
I left the party to smoke and brood
The din drifted in without a trace
Whose great south run, he was gonna race
He was sweating buckets on the shore
As the sun looms
His sandy hair blooms
On the cutting room floor
and I can't sweep it anymore
No
I left the party oh so rude
I left the party to smoke and brood
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