Swing (Lowlife Cover)

We could do with going anywhere

Somewhere that we could swing

I could do with going anytime

As long as I could swing

Sometimes I see almost everywhere

The prostitution of talents

But I'm so busy to bury this

Everyone has been stripped

Everyone has been stripped

Now stripped and starved of stature

But still must suckle the young

I cannot impose upon myself

Or even get a grip of my tongue

Or even get a grip of my tongue

I don't have to hold my tongue

We have lost what can not renew

That which I care for and regard

Regarded as the most precious thing

We've lost the reason to swing

We've lost the reason to swing