A Sad Lament - Orange Juice

You came exactly on the hour

You know such precision worries me

I like it but in her mower

As you watch me from the balcony

Take the stage and take the plunge

Break a leg or a bust a lung

I’ll disarm those who carry guns

And neutralize their caustic tongues

The shattered fragments of a star

Shining with a cruel content

We’ll make our way to Tommy’s Bar

While whistling a sad lament

That’s what you are

That’s what you are

That’s what you are

That’s what you are

What you are