tunes 
Byron: lead guitar; Mike: drums and hand percussion; me: vocals, skronk and bass guitars. Drums and bass recorded at A7, everything else at 256 E. 10 Street. We worked in the living room, pictured above at Mike's 21st birtheday party. Recorded in four tracks on a Tascam 3340 with 1/4" Ampex tape at 15ips.
I am sure there is no system of repression
Working on my girlfriend;
Whatever the system could be,
She's too smart for that.
She evades my best questions.
There is no kitchen in america she would feel at home in.
She likes / motel rooms;
That's where she makes house.Destroyer, destroyer:
There is / no one in every port.
Destroyer, fifty-four degrees more.
Fire! Fire! Fire!In Nag's Head, in bed,
With the surf outside the door:
My baby calls me in from the swim.
I'm scared at first but later I fit right in.
Oh she's hard she's hard she's hard she's hard!
She's a hard woman!
She puts her hands on the sides of my head
And draws me in.
Would another woman in Nag's Head do what she do?
Oobie doobie do.Destroyer, destroyer:
There is / no one in every port.
Destroyer, fifty-four degrees more.
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Watch out,she tells me,
Someday I'll be back and I'll be your baby.
I'll send your soft-core
On vacation.
It's a system of repression;
You can't put your dick in a fuck-book!
She takes my only consolation
To the used book store.Why don't she stop being so smart and fill me in?
Why don't she stop being so smart and fill me in?
Why don't she stop being so smart?
Why don't she stop being so smart and fill me in right now!Destroyer, destroyer:
There is / no one in every port.
Destroyer, fifty-four degrees more.
Fire! Fire! Fire!Mike Enright, c. 1980
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