She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue. She locked the car an' slipped past into rhythmic quietude. Lights burning, voice dry and hoarse. . I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth.
Drink up baby, stay up all night. With the things you could do, you won't but you might. The potential you'll be that you'll never see. The promises you'll only make.
Throwing candy out to the crowd. Dragging down the main. The helpless little thing with the dirty mouth. Who's always got something to say. . You're sitting around at home now.
Baby Britain feels the best. Floating over a sea of vodka. Separated from the rest. Fights problems with bigger problems. . Sees the ocean fall and rise.