Aries

I used to collect cigarette cards

Emma Crabley was a face I knew

Spike Kasperak, he owned the pub

He had a wooden leg,

oh the names we used to call him

Me and my friends found a motorbike

Whitey died flying through Woollies window

Pilot Boat Park was our paradise

Oh the summers with the girls,

if you want to I'll show you the scars

Hold my hand and tell me where we are

Hold my hand, hold my hand, Aries

And tell me where we are

Hold my hand

We smoked a million cigarettes

Often woke behind the factory wall

Spike Kasperak got twenty years

I really don't know why, and just now I can't think back that far

Hold my hand and tell me where we are

Hold my hand, hold my hand, Aries

And tell me where we are

Hold my hand

And upon the wall hangs the legend, "I love the Beatles"

And the moss grows between the crumbling bricks

And the boys play tricks on the girls

And somewhere that I've never seen

It's still raining