Altamont - Horse Feathers

Memories on their minds

They were caught red handed wasting time

Raising boys, they were wild

They were pinching pennies for impatient brides

Damned if they don’t

Oh, they were damned if they do

Damned in time

They would have horns that would not ride

Or make a dime

Neon lights, clear on streets

They were spraining sideways, pooling at their feet

It’s a setting sun, it’s a slackening tide

Should we throw a funeral at the Eagles Dine?

Damned if they don’t

Oh, they were damned if they do

Time to time

They would have horns that would not ride

Maybe that’s all that we can do

With the ladies at home humming their tune

Or make a dime

Damned if they don’t

Oh, they were damned if they do

Time to time

They would have horns that would not ride

Or make a dime

Memories on their minds

Raising boys, they were wild

They were pinching pennies for impatient brides

It’s a setting sun, it’s a slackening tide

Don’t get caught red handed wasting time