Outlaw Band of Clatter

The youth have teeth like tigers or tight ropes Abundant mess of forest hair, d u r e s s They charge the strings with their electric hopes And bloody drum with battered sticks possess (Refrain: Tattooed wrinkles in flash pan of gray matter In classic dress, this outlaw band of clatter) (CHORUS OF VOICES: The youth have teeth of forest hair They charge with battered sticks.) The youth have walked in circles, find themselves In p r e e x i s t e n t footprints, m e r r i l y Going round, and flying off crude music shelves And plucking h e a r t s t r i n g s arbitrarily (Refrain: Tattooed wrinkles in flash pan of gray matter In classic dress, this outlaw band of clatter) (CHORUS OF VOICES: Find themselves merrily Going round arbitrarily) B a d a $ $ at one time - a m i l l i o n to one W O N over generous v e n e r a t i o n They wore suits as they melted in the s u n The-sin-of-getting-old g e n e r a t i o n (CHORUS OF VOICES: veneration plucking heartstrings a million to one tattooed wrinkles under duress outlawed by the youth alzheimers parkinsons walkers death beds) They wore suits as they melted in the s u n The-sin-of-getting-old g e n e r a t i o n…. (CHORUS OF VOICES: They wore the sin of getting old)