I find it even more striking now than I did when it was new; that's why I'm posting it today.
If John Palumbo had written just this song and nothing else, he would still have been a powerful influence at a critical time -- at least for me. And I am pleased to report that thanks to the internet, this wonderful, mostly unknown band is starting to attact an audience!
Better forty years late than never, I suppose.
You've got to hide your soul away
Put it in the woods
Save it for the grave
You can't expose yourself that way
Put it under lock
Lock it from the pain
You don't owe a thing
You don't have to pay
You don't owe a thing
You can't pay
You've got to rule your own ballgame
Follow what you know
Throw the rest away
You can't be led 'round by your fear
Feed it to the vultures
There's a lot of them out here
You don't owe a thing
You don't have to pay
You don't owe a thing
You can't pay
Play on
Play on
You don't owe a thing
So play on
