Marc and the Rayons, they’re packing ray guns.
Always keep one hand inside their jackets, got their shades on.
They file into that rusted Pinto.
Hit that gas, and haul that ass, to cities you ain’t been to.
I’m getting high in the backseat.
Jess on instruction, and not for loving.
She ain’t going sleep till twenty-eight is hustled down to nothing.
Jess’ such a soldier, it’s getting colder.
She move and stick, yeah really quick, and ain’t gonna get much older.
Hard to pick a favourite on this pearler of an album. It sounds like there's 3 or 4 different singers on this. Great stories, Great songs, Great band! Liam Melville