歌词
I didn’t wanna freak you out, freak you out
Look what they started, blue knees curbing down on all our hope
The honey croons on Crescent Street
This wine feels rather weak
The proof is on the pavement
And wire hung shoes
A life-vest breach, they decided
Sweet old intrigue, the shipwrecked dreams
Of modern kids
Are we too late?
I didn’t wanna freak you out, freak you out
Look what they started, blue knees curbing down on all our hope
But I was gonna stay home tonight
How could I?
Something wrong? Cause
We don’t need a John Wayne
To save the day
Throw your dated views away
The same unknowns we keep on chasing
Left foot, left foot racing
Our eyes close before the lens
Face you hear behind the scream
Are we too late?
I didn’t wanna freak you out, freak you out
Look what they started, blue knees curbing down on all our hope
Achilles Heel
And we all know the deal
Sick what it reveals
The same treatment as Bobby Seale
Just on newer wheels
Down on three-eight
But now are we too late?
A window seat
The government cheese
From some federal suite
Dry martinis on charming streets
But I was gonna stay home tonight
How could I?