Swagger Vets and Double Moon - White Fence

Don’t nobody say anything you’ll regret

Don’t nobody say it

(rock and roll, sex and drugs!)

Yes

The swagger vets, yeah they pull flowers too

And a voice cassete rolls your diary

Beautiful vets they drag your knuckles down

And I don’t need every TV

Just a bottle and a woman

Faithful as gold

Or cold food

Your family perfume never touched the ceiling

Or slapped your Roman nose

The lines of the vets are desert roads

I slide down Emerald St. like a double moon

Beautiful veterans who has combed his hair

And I saw fateful air god eating cloud food

The swagger vets they come

Pensions waiting

Pens in your arm

I’ll leave you to you now

Leave armies to the ants

You can’t be your own

Master of martingale

Sometimes it’s all too slow

The swagger vets, yeah they pull flowers too

And every murder now has a dance to do, watch it