There’s a shortage of guards on the streets,
As civilisation retreats,
But those at the wheel,
Stick to a tired spiel,
About blaming electrical beats.
John Moynes
Everything. As It Happens.
There’s a shortage of guards on the streets,
As civilisation retreats,
But those at the wheel,
Stick to a tired spiel,
About blaming electrical beats.
John Moynes
