The Loyal

Tiger Lou

High strung and poorly hung
I think we're much too young
I hear a sound from your left lung
A melody so beautifuly sung sarkasm
Spread your wings oh what sweet joy it brings
'Come home' the whole town sings
They will greet us like kings to everyone's delight
We crash at the speed of light so deep
In the whitest white this could have been our burial site
Well ok, I am here for the loyalist
I wanna see its face and ok,
I am here for the loyalist
This is the nesting place