Mad like the hatter popping the pill
I’m fat like the lady on top of the hill
Go ‘til I get to where I’m going by the end of the day
Be there till morning, then do it again
Got this junkie on my back who thinks he’s my friend
A troubled mind in the evening time
When you’re not here to feed me bread and wine
Oh Ramona, the walls are closing in
Ramona, I can almost feel your skin
Come tomorrow, I’ll go look again
‘Cause I ain’t seen you anywhere I’ve been
Won’t you please come home
I love you so
Won’t you please come home
She’s lovely yes and she is longing
But to who exactly she’s belonging
No one knows and so she goes into another city lookin’
She asked me if I had the time
I replied “No, I don’t know where it went”
This is the first time that we met I’m speaking of
When she stole my breath
Oh Ramona, the walls are closing in
Ramona, I can almost feel your skin
Come tomorrow, I’ll go look again
‘Cause I ain’t seen you anywhere I’ve been
Won’t you please come home
I love you so
Won’t you please come home
The Shivas deliver a set of righteous three-chord wonders with a mean streak that will always be to the tastes of a certain doomy subset of ‘60s rock fans. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 29, 2019
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