Don't nobody say anything you'll regret Don't nobody say it (Rock and roll, sex and drugs!) Yes The swagger vets, yeah they pull flowers too And a voice cassete rolls your diary Beautiful vets they drag your knuckles down And I don't need every TV Just a bottle and a woman Faithful as gold Or cold food Your family perfume never touched the ceiling Or slapped your Roman nose The lines of the vets are desert roads I slide down Emerald St. like a double moon Beautiful veterans who has combed his hair And I saw fateful air god eating cloud food The swagger vets they come Pensions waiting Pens in your arm I'll leave you to you now Leave armies to the ants You can't be your own Master of martingale Sometimes it's all too slow The swagger vets, yeah they pull flowers too And every murder now has a dance to do, watch it