Sights and sounds. Pull me back down. Another year. I was here. I was here. . Whipping past the reflecting pool. Me and you skipping school. . And we make it up as we go along.
I don't, I don't know why. In your boys life you become like a bull. Like a bull in a china shop. Smash it up into smithereens. . There you, there you go again.
Here I said. Don't even let this go. And it's hey to that old man. I'm coming in the graveyard. With my little tune. It's June. I said she's gone but I'm alive, I'm alive.
I took a taxi. From LA to Venus in 1985. I was electromagnetically sucked back. Into the party going on that night. . And it was the glory of the 80's.
God sometimes you just don't come through. God sometimes you just don't come through. Do you need a woman to look after you?. God sometimes you just don't come through.
Seven a.m.. So it beings again. One zip. Favouring familiar silhouettes. Left whips and chains. Behind I'm boycotting trends. It's my new look this season.
So you heard. I crossed over the line. Do I have regrets?. Well, not yet. . There are some. Some who give blood. I give love. I give. . Soon before the sun.
General Joy, I know, I know you'll take me there. Where your boys were left behind. General Joy, it seems you need a soldier girl. Now they have liberty gagged.