The Amyl Nitrate Dream of Pat Robertson
Did you see me in your shifting curtain
I was busy taking a furtive peek inside
Open up the lights of your unpredictive sea
At your lovely freeways burning with innocence
At your lovely chain stores levelling the horizons like A-bombs
At your run-down streets long abandoned
By the few that claim that they saw me
By a 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
Won't keep the grains of my soul from passing through the sieve
Won't keep me from begging for something I know you'll never give
And anyway, I'm probably gonna just 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 and 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 a ~ to see
Saying eventually you're gonna have to give up
No close friends
Yeah I swear I never give up
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