Riding Tigers
by Slapp Happy & Henry Cow
From the album: Desperate Straights
Duration: 1:43
Lyrics for Riding Tigers
We're not well, dear. Toll the bell, dear. As our lives dissolve we revolve Lonely & uninvolved. Pencil thin, we're near done in, we're masticating maize. An empty gaze, sitting like that for days. Try as we may, calendars are scattered, furnaces go cold, wardrobes flap in tatters, you & I grow old.