After The K.M. Tapes

So it’s all captured on your four-track
I can still recall all the fun we had
And if you’re bored the way I am
Why don’t we simply have for something else
With all those tragic efforts towards wealthy life
We could be both part of a concept
Regardless to our bourgeois origin
You didn’t hesitate or fall back
All of a sudden I was 34
Trapped in the state I feared ever since
And it’s still getting worse every winter since K.M. tapes
And you speak in your sleep and you cut back, repeal
Let them all come at once
Let them all come at once
Too much
Where blind eyes can’t see
Where blind eyes can’t see