The room had an old table fan,
A red telephone and a beer stained bed.
The streets were filled with drums and smoke,
They were playing songs for the dead.
And the bands went on and on,
While we danced and f**ed and drank up in our room.
And the sea layed like a big black toad,
In the light of the moon.
Came down the winding road,
I'm a ... on the radio.
The sun was like a jungus grown with a fever,
And a big white halo.
She sat back with her eyes closed,
Beautiful like an eagle.
She is the apple of my eye and the eagle
Of my life.
I get to marry her
I get to marry her
One day.
She promised.