tiger lou
the loyal
High strung and poorly hung  I think we're much too young  I hear a sound from your left lung  A melody so beautifuly sung sarkasm  Spread your wings oh what sweet joy it brings  'Come home' the whole town sings  They will greet us like kings to everyone's delight  We crash at the speed of light so deep  In the whitest white this could have been our burial site  Well ok, I am here for the loyalist  I wanna see its face and ok,  I am here for the loyalist  This is the nesting place