The Amyl Nitrate Dreams of Pat
Robertson
found on:
Johnny Mathis' Feet [part 2] &
Over and Done [3 track]
Did you see me in your shifting curtain
I was busy taking a furtive peek inside
At your lovely lights of your unprotective sea
At your lovely freeways burning with innocence
At your lovely chain stores
leveling the horizons like A-bombs
At your run-down streets long abandoned
By the few that claim that they saw me
By the few they claim that eyes were opened
No close friends
I swear no one saw me
My Boy Scout badge I got for not feeling a thing
My golden future with its wild cherry flavored hole
My yellow ribbon, my yellow streak, my big stick
My big time with the pony's oldest trick
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Won't keep the grains of my soul from passing through the sieve
Won't keep me begging for something I know you'll never give
And anyway, I'm probably just gonna steal
I guess I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill
No close friends
Yeah I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill
I saw the black in your shifting curtains
I saw you tighten up a drum, your faded getaway
I watched with pain, I watched with lust - your lousy acting
You're a cloud of dust and whenever you speak,
it's the wind and the sea
Saying eventually you're gonna have to give up
No close friends
Yeah I swear I never give up
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