by Skip Spady
Opening cut from Suburban Dog's debut release!
See? I can take the pressure;
I won't fry my ROM in the heat of the moment.
See if your love can measure
all the mixed up feelings I have for ya, woman
Love defines its own way;
like a four-lane highway through my skull...
Love requires surgery
a rearrangement of my hardwired bull.
Pain has its own little sweetness...
but my sweet tooth is out on holiday.
Pain can aid the memory's fleetness
'cause if one wants to play then one must pay