The Amyl Nitrate Dreams Of Pat Robertson Testo

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
No close friends
No close friends
No close friends
Yeah I swear I will never give up