Ian Hunter. Shrunken Heads. Read 'Em 'N' Weep. On a warm summer day, in the hour of my youth. I walked the four miles to your door. You wore a straw hat, high heels to match.
(Ian Hunter). . I don't wanna be no traitor to the cause. But England is a luxury - not many can afford. There's people going under - it's getting out of hand.