Fourteen year old local boys
Laying fires assumed of course
If only we could find our voice
Before it slips away
Do you like that?
Do you like that
Winding you up and leaving you flat
Do you like that?
Forty year old local men
Deep in drinkers' denizen
Picking over seasons when
The title slipped away
The night they lost the day
Do you like that?
Do you like that
Winding you up and leaving you flat
Do you like that?
Do you like that
Do you like that
Do you like that
Do you like that