To the noise of Streetfights I caress your body's best We wrestle in the darkness For the last plank of the wreck Wrestle on you and I can both win You can see a land rise The beaches strewn with skulls and bones We sink into embraces As sirens scream through dusty roads In our clasp we won't hear the waste-song Do you feel at home here Is this madhouse your refuge? Our do you feel a stranger Turning strange in your own world? We're in the trap in our head's the way out © Photo: Mankyboddle Performed, composed, arranged, programmed and produced by Frank Mankyboddle --- Additional engineering by KimWebster at the Cheese Factory, Adelaide--- Fretless bass /harmonics: Porl Shaiman --- Reversed bass samples: Spiro Ellul--- Trumpet: Colin Doley --- Trombone: Wayne Freer --- French Horn: Steve Z |