Harbour of Lame Ducks

Ball Park Music

Broken cones I hide and hang my eyes
I make my last move in the violent skies
I'm horny, hungry, hopeful for your hand
A plastic bag's no suitcase for my mind

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day

Take a moment, take two days, take years
Indifference is a virtue 'mongst your peers
So happy, healthy, humble as we speak
The streets are filled with ordinary peeps
But the

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day

Harbour of lame ducks, tiny little group of us
Turning your hearts to mush
I was happy when I scored
Straight off the backboard into the bin that day