KICKIN' STONES - Dirty Ron


She drove into town on the smell of an oily rag, and a gossip mag
Leavin' all that milk and honey for some crooked teeth, and easy money
Man, they're gonna be shakin' in their platforms
Knowin' that I aint safe and warm
Washed her smalls, they all turned blue
Separation.. another diatribe that never got through

She got a new boy, like a vintage car
All angles and reflections, one to gamble on
Lack of attention... to grooming... poncey colognes
But he showed his true colours just like the guys at home
Punchin holes in fly-screens and cryin' to mum
Now she counts up yer total, while she counts down the time
Til she gets a shot down her throat, and proofi-fy her mind

You'll see her out, just solvin her doubts by, kickin stones
Motion and thought, all safely bought by, kickin' stones
Scorin goals, in potholes,
Makin' a deal, with a flick o yer heel
It's the best design, for a fevered mind...

Four good friends, a touring rock band, checkin' their fringes, in Birmingham
Phone call came thru damn to early, to ever be holdin gifts in it's hands
Our good man has gone, left us like babies
Cryin' and drivin', with nothing to save us
What lay behind, that crooked smile
Bumpin' religion in the palace o sin uh huh

You'll see us out...

Kickin' stones, watchin cigarette smoke
Who knows why all the good ones go uh huh
It's the best design, for a fevered mind...

I wasted long, long hours on daydreamin' and wishes
Wrinkling my mind like hands doin dishes
What were you doin' when the growin up was done
Tryin' to fake yer ass into business class
Now they're sendin' security, to put the hold onta me
Drag my bones away back to 72k
With a stale cheese biscuit... and a six dollar drink and no distractions, to keep ya from thinking..