The Rubber And The Glue*

Permanent Tourist

Aah . . . finally . . . a version of this I’m satisfied with.

Funny thing, I thought I was taking a break from music.

LYRICS:

I’ve been without
Withheld within
I’ve choked my pride held down around my well-worn shoes

Adhere it now
undoctored skin
We are all held together by the rubber and the glue

Let’s bounce off each other
Let’s call this a truce
Stick to one another
til we lose

Insult my family
Insult my name
It doesn’t matter
in this game