Sitting here with tears running down my face
Filled with sorrow from the strips snail like pace
Sonny boys dead and never more will he play
But his memory hangs on if just for another day
Locher is milking the pathos for all it is worth
Driving the strip deeper into the earth
There never has been an emotional connection
And for these characters there is no affection
Like relatives that have stayed overly long
The strip exudes an odor that is powerfully strong.
Sitting here with tears running down my face Filled with sorrow from the strips snail like pace Sonny boys dead and never more will he play But his memory hangs on if just for another day Locher is milking the pathos for all it is worth Driving the strip deeper into the earth There never has been an emotional connection And for these characters there is no affection Like relatives that have stayed overly long The strip exudes an odor that is powerfully strong.