I was sitting in the office kitchen,
Wondering what it'd feel like to kick small children,
The conversation died a little death,
You're probably right I should be quiet until I've passed probation.
You ask for postcards ask for a tidy mind,
The static keeps me awake at night,
You've been dancing in your dreams again,
You don't believe anything I tell you.
I want you to love me like you love the dog and,
I want you to love me like you love the dog,
I will get on my back,
Sing all your favourite songs on command.
On command.
You leaned over and said if the bombs drop,
You know I better tell you I love you,
The band screamed and the crowd ducked for cover,
You know I was thinking of you.
I saw you the other day,
And you were kids running through traffic,
I saw you the other day,
And you were one in three dying of cancer,
I saw you the other day,
And you were old and still attractive,
Kids running through traffic,
Please don't die of cancer.
I want you to love me like you love the dog and,
I want you to love me like you love the dog,
I will get on my back,
Sing all your favourite songs on command.
On command.
A riveting jam session from Pittsburgh, Pa. folk band Wisbands, who infuse classic Americana with jazz and psychedelic rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2021