Too Much A Little Too Soon
Yeah we are dancing tonight
Under a strawberry light
And its our time
All the girls are dressed in leather
And the boys are wearing feathers
It's our time
And we will blow
Until it glows
It's on fire!
We are fighting the fight
A libertarian plight
And its our time
Heavy metal in the sound
And there's still an underground
it's our time
And we will blow
Until it glows
It's on fire!
We're below
The undertow
We're for hire!
You can wear what you want
You can say what you want
'Cause it's our time
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Under a strawberry light
And its our time
All the girls are dressed in leather
And the boys are wearing feathers
It's our time
And we will blow
Until it glows
It's on fire!
We are fighting the fight
A libertarian plight
And its our time
Heavy metal in the sound
And there's still an underground
it's our time
And we will blow
Until it glows
It's on fire!
We're below
The undertow
We're for hire!
You can wear what you want
You can say what you want
'Cause it's our time
<
Night of the Seagulls
Sliding down the mountain, as dusk passes to day.
The antidote of elation, now lifeless masses wake.
Jaws of suxiety open, the luring vampire of agility,
a fatal invitation, sight hazing from me.
Oh midnight mountain, I require, inner relocation,
back to pinnacles high.
Drowning in empty faces, sinking in banal,
I crave the isolation of eventide when perception climbs,
I just need the injection, a dose to boost my flight,
a sonic blast of moonlight, nucleus ignites.
Oh midnight mountain, now I'm revived,
stimulus transcending back to pinnacles high,
Screaming at doleful skies, absorbing all my
sights, responding to my cries,
downcast a thunder of reprise
won't let the next sunrise, signal my landslide,
from ecstatic highs, I'm on top of their demise.