The Winter of '69
08th November 2005

I got my second G-String,
Bought it for a dollar and a dime
Fiddled with it till my thighs bled

It was the winter of '69

Me and my cousins from Mozang
Had a brand and we dragged it real slow
Chaudhry coughed and Shugufta got carried
I shoulda known we'd never get far

Oh when I look back now
That winter too seemed to last forever

And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd never wanna be there
Those were the worst days of my life

Ain't no use in complainin'
When you got a job to do
Spent my mornin's down at the take-aways
And that's where I thought of you

Standin' on your land-lord's porch
You told me that it was all over
Oh and when you slapped my head
I knew that it was finally over

Those were the worst days of my life
Back in the winter of '69

Man we were selling lime
We were naive and stupid
We needed to fart
I guess somethin's can last forever - forever, yes

And now the shifts are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I adorn that old G-string
I think about ya brother and what went wrong

Kneelin' on your land-lord's porch
You told me to get up
Oh the way you choked me from behind

I knew that it was all over
Those were the worst days of my life
Back in the winter of '69