the auteurs
early years
Early years were a shroud man Only a grey cloud Shot in the dark Hanging out with your dad His plans for revenge In some hick-town caravan park  Never keep a good one down  Early years were a dreadnought Waiting to tread board And my work  down the pan Hanging around By the back door One foot in the stage door Some disaffected fly-by man  Got wired by a cable Got wild on a table Scared the shit out of me All for the free state The snow and the greasepaint  