Last night I drifted down to the docks. The water, glittering and black.. The snow fell lightly and disappeared.. I felt the old ropes grow slack.. . I thought I'd dissolve when the beacon revolved..
I jump outta bed and pull down the shade. I used to have such sweet dreams, now it's more like an air raid. I see the opposition clear, I see them stare.
I have always thought in the back of my mind, "Cheese and Onions".. I have always thought that the world was unkind, "Cheese and Onions".. Do I have to spell it out ? "see-H-E-E-S-E A-N-D O-N-I-O-N-S", oh no..
Well that cat you will be payin',. You ought to make you there,. When that drummer hits the rim shot,. It almost busts the snare.. . You put on your cat clothes,.
Owww.... She's got that cloak and dagger,. Sidewalk swagger,. Silent danger in her style.. . An air of mystery,. You know it hit me,. When I saw those flashing lines..