I root thru the stacks you put out
Flick thru the racks for stand outs
Gimme photocopied noise from Down Under
Double disc boys with octave pedal thunder
Oh the treehouse kid used to come down
For the pilgrimage into town
I love that old line, the train winds from
The Old Hill to the Snow Hill
Where we set our sights upon
Trinity Records
The Sword kept me flipping, electricity was ripping
All three fade
The Tempest tides served a beating
But with ex-members as guides, my love was increasing
Then to the factory home of true sounds
They said you're never alone when you're underground
At Trinity Records
The Sword kept me flipping, The Dead were kicking
All three fade

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