I'm seven in a ditch With the sound of the speedway overhead In a car-drop waiting Downtown in the Trang we smoked Bouyards And thought about Dublin Romantics they drifted in fire-fly fashion Through the vicious brawling nightlife It's a vision Like a pair of bullets Jack's bet Drying out in a turkish bath Hey cut the blind
"where's my money? Where's my baby? Where's my time? My young time" This living was stretched out like canvas Yeah I'm seven in a ditch With the sound of the speedway overhead In a car-drop Waiting "where's my money? Where's my baby? Where's my time? My young time" Come over here young time And shine that torch on me