Texty:
Vapors New Clear Days

if you don't tell no lies You can stay if you don't read my feature You can stay if you don't read my mind Wanna do something new I Wanna go to America

By Dave Fenton The moon is up It's grey tonight And the stars on the battlefield shiver in tears A dead bright lesson from a million light years

don't want to go home with you Don't like your plastic shoes Don't like your hair dyed blue Don't like your damned new rose Don't like your casual pose

I could take another little ride in the country Drive my mule down a lane or two Maybe I'll recall what it was by the country That made me so excited

out Shut your eyes and go back home Cramped and shocked in leather jeans Stoning priests and virgins 'cos they're much too clean for your new machine

It makes all the difference in the universe to be with you at night but it only makes it worse in the daytime But when I see you in the evening, well

I think it was Thursday, I think it was late, 1930 - Eight. Got a letter from Hiro, but left out the date He said he was waiting for an outbreak. Took

Don't think I told you 'Bout this dream I had Me and these friends of mine Were feelin' bad 'Cause we were wasted Wasted on the likes of you Feel like