Everyone Choose Sides

The Wrens

....13 grand 
A year in the Meadowlands 
Bored and rural-poor, lord, at 35, right? 
I'm the best 17 year old ever 

Worked these sands 
I won't go back again 
Quitter quitter one boy bitter - rough luck 
Man to man hand to hand fight 40 
We're losing sand! 
A wrens' ditch battle plan 
Record after record black and deckered tack! tack! 
Definition: hell and high water 
Fatty come a courtin' lord the money! 

Everyone choose sides 
The whole to-do of what to do for money 
Poorer or not this year and hell's the difference 

Let's talk plans 
And luck said, 'double damned 
Were you give women worth winning or what? 
A wasted share of shots at high-tide heaven' 
Greener grasses fade from where you wind up 

Everyone choose sides 
I'm back! I'm back! So sing to raise the blind up 
I've walked away from more than you imagine and I sleep just fine 
We fought and brought up more - the shovels high up 
On the 10-ton line