Clothes – 8th September 1984

Your clothes are flying in the breeze
Your sexy underwear that covers your knees
Your brown leather flares
But nobody cares
But the wind
The pegs all broke and they went flying
The nice white shirt just ready for dying
And now another mother crying
Her clothes all dirty instead of drying
Damn you wind
I have not sinned
And now desperation wins
And you commit unholy sins
Dusty clothes and dirty wind
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