I've always been a tortured artist
Waiting for that perfect canvas
The ink began to spill and never stopped
Then Glinkle rose from the dunes
Lost a hand
Lost in sand
Waiting for a medic, versus Glinkle
Holding my howler
All aboard the baggage train
Fifty commissions later he still inspires
A head of steam committed
He severed limbs but not the best ones
But still he's such a rude, rude boy
Lost a hand
Lost in sand
Waiting for a medic, versus Glinkle
Holding my howler
All aboard the baggage train
I sit and stare at the string of bodies
Holding my withering appendage
In the game of wits it's Glinkle everything
And puny humans with all the rest
Lost a hand
Lost in sand
Waiting for a medic, versus Glinkle
Holding my howler
All aboard the baggage train
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
