Dear Ms. Sammy, is it true
I heard that you were a movie star
and that you when only two could drive a car
I remember when we met after our set, we shot the shit
how could I ever forget my punk rock friend
and I wish you the best
and that you smile until you're dead
It's so fun to be here with you, see the sun kissing the moon
I see you've found yourself a friend
what's his name again?
he seems alright
Farmer boy who enjoys the noise that loud nights provide
On a Peterborough roof
Peterborough shrooms fucked me up
On a hill in Chesterville we all hugged