“. . . and now the guitar’s high note sings what he can’t sing it—”
You hear him sing it
when you come to strike
the match
and you catch a noseful of sulfur
and the kindling starts to burn—
“. . . and now the guitar’s high note sings what he can’t sing it—”
You hear him sing it
when you come to strike
the match
and you catch a noseful of sulfur
and the kindling starts to burn—