I was born in a crossfire hurricane. Raised on tiger’s milk and green bananas. The teacher would say learn your alga-bray, but I brung home Cs and Ds – join the Army if you fail. Left a good job in the city, playin’ in the bars, sleepin’ in our cars, and we practised right on out in the street. They didn’t want us in the USA, we didn’t wanna go there anyway. Getting sold second hand, that’s what it’s like playin’ in a band. Do you know know know what it’s like? I just don’t know what to do with myself.