May Day is rioting in the streets. The corner shop is closed; The pier had been torched. The act of creation changes skin, It should be time to buckle up And time to break up. It is the first of May, And, for once, I feel quite okay. Try to pinch me if you dare, But this time I
May Day is rioting in the streets. The corner shop is closed; The pier had been torched. The act of creation changes skin, It should be time to buckle up And time to break up. It is the first of May, And, for once, I feel quite okay. Try to pinch me if you dare, But this time I
