Wild Walks by Kiran Leonard Lyrics

Hit the gin, my man
Take the pill in hand and subdue

Was a boy some merry years ago
Reaping the taunts of the sheep
Oh, it was a happy thing
When the latest faux pas leaked
And oh, the glaze that wept through the day
Covering the souls in the deep
Oh, it was a mystery
All the wars that made them shriek

Hit the gin, my man
For the day come round
Put the pill in hand and subdue
Wild walks these streets

Oh, what a breeze those hazy memories
The youthful pedants of the day
How we contemplate ourselves
Those bright faces lost in the mist
Revel in glee, this hypocrisy
Embracing those we kept at bay
For when you're a little child
Your conscience is clean as the wrist
Hit the gin, my man
For the day come round
Put the pill in hand and subdue
Wild walks these streets