November

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