Altamont lyrics

Memories on their minds They were caught red handed wasting time Raising boys, they were wild They were pinching pennies for impatient brides Damned if they don't Oh, they were damned if they do Damned in time They would have horns that would not ride Or make a dime Neon lights, clear on streets They were spraining sideways, pooling at their feet It's a setting Sun, it's a slackening tide Should we throw a funeral at the Eagles Dine? Damned if they don't Oh, they were damned if they do Time to time They would have horns that would not ride Maybe that's all that we can do With the ladies at home humming their tune Or make a dime Damned if they don't Oh, they were damned if they do Time to time They would have horns that would not ride Or make a dime Memories on their minds Raising boys, they were wild They were pinching pennies for impatient brides It's a setting Sun, it's a slackening tide Don't get caught red handed wasting time