ELLWOOD
Words by Spyder KingBilly
Music by kris10 the kidd

Cold as it is
Happy under stars
Most of us kids
Too young for bars
Put your hands in my pockets
My tight jeans your gloves
Anger's for home
Ellwood's for love

We'll be here tomorrow
And you wonder why
We'll be here tommorrow
And you wonder why
You'll be here tomorrow
And you wonder why
You'll be here tomorrow

Wet runny nose
Icicle toes
Chucks ain't best
But my boots have holes
Put your hands on your hips
When you give me shit
When you expect it's accepted
Find out that it isn't

Repeat Chorus

When the cops get here
They'll dump our beer
We'll argue a bit
They'll heckle the queer
How do you necessitate
Being here?
A bold bothered stare
hides all our fears

Chorus regurgitation