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