I’m going for a walk, not the after dinner kind. I’m gonna use my hands, nd I’m gonna use my mind.
I’m going for a walk, not the after dinner kind. I’m gonna use my hands, nd I’m gonna use my mind.
‘Cause I’m a 21st century digital boy. I don’t know how to read, but I’ve got a lot of toys.
They call us walking corpses, unholy living dead. They had to lock us up, put us in their British hell.
In this world today, there ain’t nobody to thank. Just blame it on the kids and toss ‘em in the tank.
Don’t suffer the fools who refuse to get enough-er of this construct of musical performances.
An early ‘80s gem with a super unique sound coming out of the gloom of the Pacific Northwest.