Etc;

I wrote these lyrics for Mark Wiley's version of "The Badger." The song is available on the 'N a Side o' Figs CD from www.notlame.com.

BADGER

This used to be a a real nice town.
You could walk the streets at night.
No bums to get you down.
No drunks to start a fight.
Then weirdos started hangin 'round;
Hangin' 'round and talkin' trash.
Talkin' trash and hangin' 'round.
Livin' on welfare cash.

Things progressed from bad to worse.
This town was filled with dread.
Who's got the guts to crack crime's curse?
There appeared a man in red.

Germs. Bacteria. Crime. Decay (X8)
The Badger is on his way (start ahead of repeat #4)