The Amyl Nitrate Dreams of Pat Robertson — текст песни (American Music Club)

Did you see me in your shifting curtain

I was busy taking a furtive peek inside

At the lovely lights of your unprotected city

At your lovely freeways burning with innocence

At your lovely chain stores levelling horizons like a-bombs

At your run-down streets long abandon

By the few that claim that they saw me

By the few they claim their eyes were opened



No close friends

No close friends

No close friends

And I swear no one saw me

The 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 ponys oldest trick

Wont keep the grains of my soul

From passing through the safe

Wont keep me begging for something

I know youll never give

And anyway, Im probably just gonna steal

I guess I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill



No close friends

No close friends

No close friends

Yeah, I might be okay if all I wanted was a thrill



I saw a light in your shifting curtain

I saw you tighten up the drama

Your fate, itd get away

I watched with pain

I watched with lust

Your lousy acting, youre a cloud of dust

And whenever you speak, oh its so wet down at sea

Saying eventually youre gonna have to give up



No close friends

No close friends

No close friends

Yeah I swear I will never give up