when i was a small boy
i sat outside on the sand sidewalk
reading the herald tribune international edition
that's when i heard about freddie prinze
killing himself in sweet suicide
and all those copycats, i was staring at flies
the heat and the water and the sandy cliffs
i ate scrambled eggs and a bun for lunch
almost every single day all month
my cousins would laugh at my skin
and at the way i tried to talk to them
now this older world has eaten us all
english pubs and discotheques
the money pours in like a broken tide
and can i still get a couscorei?
marc - vocals, keyboards, maracas
lonnie - guitar, background vocals
janie - bells
written by marc