Our Very Own Version of November Rain Lyrics

Like a claymore faced toward moving car
Like a turncoat, incorrect guess at who we are

History not worth repeating
R.o.i on a chance meeting

Work in shifts for twelve months of the year
To come a long way from right about here
Dragged by the hair, pulled by the ear

Caught by surprise on an idle monday
Says "it feels right", looks more like a halt at a turnpike
A frightful prospect draws near

Work in shifts for twelve months of the year
To come a long way from right about here
Dragged by the hair, pulled by the ear.