The Hairy Years

Lyrics

I lingered within earshot of the seaside souvenir shopfront (Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little puppy eyes dart) A tiny world is ending, detective is descending (All the savings gone on bloody day one, little butterflies start) Here began my hairy years Set me down on a country lane myself Drinking myself lame Call, collect and gather me Take me intravenously Or I'll just prowl the hills It's hares and hunts, you scour the country We are not Jack and Jill Why do you tumble after me? Why? (Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little butterflies start) (Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little butterflies start) (Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little butterflies start) (Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little butterflies start)