Paid in full, my friends. Remind me never to get behind on this thing ever again. I'm brutal in holding myself to get back on track.
I did this one with the vague idea of doing this as if it was a John Lennon tune instead of a Stephen Stills tune. There's enough creepy obsessiveness and possessiveness involved for the reading to make perfect sense if sung correctly. So you'll still just have to imagine it.
Personnel: Rex, except for Ridley popping bubble wrap in the background