November Lyrics

Here's to the gang
We've gathered all together
All the oaths that we swore
The more accursed the better
Memories are getting
so hard to remember
They say 'it's not dark yet'
But it's almost November
Here's to the records
We slathered on at night
Battered and caressed
Sometimes higher than ten kites
If it's a club of fools
I'm cool to be a member
No, it's not dark yet
But it's almost November

Time is long and short
Not wont to mess around
Our mission won't abort
Death cheated by a clown
Despite the blood and blather
They'll never cut us down
(Because we're) locked up
in a cell of sound
Here's to Jerry Mathers
and good flatmates gone astray
Some devoured by rats
Others just rattling in place
Songs car more than matter
They crackle in the embers
What's gone comes 'round again
Every year a new November
Time is torn and tattered
Pile-driven to the ground
A fate you can't erase
The grand chaos of renown
We're lucky with each other
Falling here just to be found
With the music of the chains
in which we're bound
Lyrics Submitted by Richard Gagnon