4 acessos
I used to collect cigarette cards
Emma Crabley was a face I knew
Spike Kasperak, he owned the pub
He had a wooden leg,
oh the names we used to call him
Me and my friends found a motorbike
Whitey died flying through Woollies window
Pilot Boat Park was our paradise
Oh the summers with the girls,
if you want to I'll show you the scars
Hold my hand and tell me where we are
Hold my hand, hold my hand, Aries
And tell me where we are
Hold my hand
We smoked a million cigarettes
Often woke behind the factory wall
Spike Kasperak got twenty years
I really don't know why, and just now I can't think back that far
Hold my hand and tell me where we are
Hold my hand, hold my hand, Aries
And tell me where we are
Hold my hand
And upon the wall hangs the legend, "I love the Beatles"
And the moss grows between the crumbling bricks
And the boys play tricks on the girls
And somewhere that I've never seen
It's still raining