I was Ramona A Stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artist
In the tunnel
But I remarring a midilife crisis

And I´ve been dreaming of sleep
And ape men with metal parts
I´ve spat upon deeply felt age
I´ve put my heart´s in
And I paint the pretty colours Enghlish
We´ll creep together you and I
For I know who this warfriend is like