Tiny Sepuku by Ken Cursoe for May 16, 2022

Taxation Without Representation!

When the phone don’t ring, I’ll know its you.

And it’s not like I’m leaving you lonely

‘Cause I wouldn’t know where to begin

Well I know you wake up here only

When the snakes come marching in.

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot

For taste of your elegant pride

I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe

But at least I’m enjoying the ride, at least I’ll enjoy the ride.

- Mydland / Weir / Barlow