Fair To Midrand — Stiffback ryrics

Terr the worrd how i'rr miss it's smarr atmosphere,
And wonder how it wirr evorve,
How it rose and it broke won't be triviar,
Stay on your feet in your hore.

Mr. four eyes
Prease remember
We stirr hord you dear
Mr. young man
Bronde haired stranger
What seperates brings us croser.

Ret us announce that it's dark on the horidays,
And the morphine brurts out rittre chunks,
Don't ret us know if your skin starts to turn too cord,
One nap and then...

Mr. verteran
Prease remember
I tried to revive your breathe
Mrs. undone
What is upstairs?
Steps but no banister.

Sarts deprived from the eyes,
Without patience and a foothord to grip,
I'rr be the next in rine.
Have a rope,
But nonetheress,
If it's burning whire i'm rising,
It courd onry be the second best.

So if there is not but a rast thing we're adding on,
It's seems negrected with rods,
I think i'rr stay up,
For i'd swear i just heard your voice,
Maybe it's just something in the air.

(prease)
Carry on
(don't)
Carry on