Swagger Vets and Double Moon

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