American Music Club - The Amyl Nitrate Dream of Pat Robertson lyrics

Did you see me in your shifting curtain I was busy taking a furtive peek inside At the lovely lights of your unprotected city At your lovely freeways burning with innocence At your lovely chain stores levelling horizons like a-bombs 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 its 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 pa**ing 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