Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing
Who’s that stomping all over my face? Where’s that silhouette i’m trying to trace? Who’s putting sponge in the bells i once rung And taking my gypsy before she’s begun To singing the meaning of what’s in my mind Before i can take home what’s rightfully mine. Joinin’ and listenin’ and talkin’ in rhymes Stoppin’ […]