Swingin' Utters Last Chance Lyrics:
The last of the daydreamers have walked out the
open door avoiding any problems they might've had
with the social law well, I remember Tuesday and
every last day of my life and I'll never forget
anything that stays with me at night it's the last
chance for pretenders to go and get things done
it's the last chance for daydreamers to live what
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they dream of this child is walking slowly his
head bent to the ground watching each step taken
and his shoes, a dirty brown and he don't want a
companion, has got things to say, but don't wanna
talk and I remember myself like him oh, I hope he
don't also fall go and get your army boots, my son
go and get your music box, come on got and get
your building clocks my son it's time to set your
sails, my boy, and run
Lyrics: Last Chance, Swingin' Utters [end]