Lyrics

Mercy little rocker, bleeding guitars Went out chasing landmarks. fell asleep at the bar Swinging with the sweet rogues down at Club Charity Always dressed to the teeth, always in heat Beyond them naked dancers, all we got Leather hands together, all we got We got an amplifier Some rock anthem, some secret to keep In a landscape of insects, the kids don't sleep Joined some arch-confederation, some courtship of queers Down and out 'neath a dead flag, with the little pioneers Cartograph them secrets, all we got The making of mouths, all we got We got an amplifier