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I used to collect cigarette cards |
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Emma Crabley was a face I knew |
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Spike Kasperak, he owned the pub |
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He had a wooden leg, |
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oh the names we used to call him |
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Me and my friends found a motorbike |
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Whitey died flying through Woollies window |
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Pilot Boat Park was our paradise |
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Oh the summers with the girls, |
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if you want to I'll show you the scars |
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Hold my hand and tell me where we are |
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Hold my hand, hold my hand, Aries |
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And tell me where we are |
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Hold my hand |
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We smoked a million cigarettes |
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Often woke behind the factory wall |
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Spike Kasperak got twenty years |
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I really don't know why, and just now I can't think back that far |
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Hold my hand and tell me where we are |
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Hold my hand, hold my hand, Aries |
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And tell me where we are |
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Hold my hand |
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And upon the wall hangs the legend, \"I love the Beatles\" |
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And the moss grows between the crumbling bricks |
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And the boys play tricks on the girls |
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And somewhere that I've never seen |
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It's still raining |
