Riding Tigers

by Slapp Happy & Henry Cow

From the album: Desperate Straights

Duration: 1:43

Desperate Straights cover art

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.