a letter from The Wipers for the Kultur Kommandos

UP FRONT
It's got to be up front
Go to be so close to trust
It's got to be up front
Got to be so close to touch

Oh it's such a shame
You no longer feel the pain
I can't stick around
While you try to decide

So why just sit so plain
Your eyes show the strain
I can't stick around
While you try to decide