Standing room only at L.A.X.
I trade my ticket for some cigarettes
I won`t believe it till they dissapear [sic]
The president`s hiding on a submarine
See how he runs away from history
I won`t believe it till they dissapear [sic]
I won`t believe it till I dissapear [sic]
Chorus:
After all we`ve been through
Doesn`t it seem a little funny to you
We should all shine from the violet blue
And now we`re calling you
From the greenhouse
All of the warriers have gone away
I sit and watch the sky, waiting for the rain
I won`t believe it till I dissapear [sic]
I won`t believe it till I dissapear [sic]
I won`t believe you till I dissapear [sic]
Chorus