Songtext Busman's honeymoon Pere Ubu

Busman's honeymoon

I think about old friends of mine.
One day they're walkin on their hands.
One day they're crawlin in the streets afraid of a strange, free, wide open land.
Ho, for the times they are calling.
Ho, for the times they says, Go, go, go, gone.
Always in love, and always alone.
Always a line for that long walkin home.

Last night I saw them old friends of mine makin most outrageous sort of claims -
burnin all the books,
rockin on their heels,
watchin awhile the heart of the flames.
Ho, for the times they are calling.
Ho, for the times they say, Go, go, go, gone.
Always in love, and always alone.
Always in line for that long walkin home.

I see they've been talking to you.
Had to be a matter of just time.
What starts with you glad to be runnin some errand slides, with time, to be walkin the line.
Ho, the times they are calling.
Ho, the times they says, Go, go, go, gone.
Always in love, always alone.
Always a line for that long walkin home.