Your brains went black. When she took back her love. And put it out into the sun. . The birds did fly. When the heavens all went dry. And the cigarettes were smoking by themselves.
Your brains went black. When she took back her love. And put it out into the sun. The birds did fly. When the heavens all went dry. And the cigarettes were smoking by themselves.
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat. Down in the bottom of our chests, about the special feeling.