The Amyl Nitrate Dreams Of Pat Robertson Lyrics - 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 it's wild cherry flavored hole 

My yellow ribbon, my yellow streak 

My big stick 

My big time with the pony's oldest trick 

Won't keep the grains of my soul 

From passing through the safe 

Won't keep me begging for something 

I know you'll never give 

And anyway, I'm 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, it'd get away 

I watched with pain 

I watched with lust 

Your lousy acting, you're a cloud of dust 

And whenever you speak, oh it's so wet down at sea 

Saying eventually you're gonna have to give up