Lyrics
I heard it from a friend the Revolution never happened
Sigh, a little die
No more a child, goodbye
Now, where's the woolen sweater you mentioned in the letter?
Imply the other guy and scandalize the lion
A clean shave in the morning and a full beard with no warning
Time has gotten by on alibis and wine
Success is so forbidding
But, it makes me think I'm winning
Quiet, dim the lights, adopt another lifestyle
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come over and over again
You look like David Bowie, but you've nothing new to show me
Start another fire and watch it slowly die
