The Maddening Glare Lyrics

She was in, she got out
From a dead end pockmarked stoners house
She was in, she got out
The boys drinking rubbish by the roundabout
She left on her own
She left on her own
She got out first, wait for me
She got out first, wait for me
Wait for me, wait for me

She was in, she got out
From the maddening glare of the walkabout
She was in, she got out
Pissed up lives and sleeping around

She left on her own
She left on her own
She got out first, wait for me
She got out first, wait for me
Wait for me, wait for me

Debt ridden lovers of the A-40
A fruit machine at a service station

Darling, darling, hold on, hold on
Darling, darling, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on!
Sha-la-la, sha-la-la...