I used to dream of time machines Now its been said were post-everything As a child imagining Neck ties and Coast lines I seen the show man, what a sight Drenched us in approximated sunlight The crowd was small and mostly blind But kind, youre too kind
Now you are how you were when you were real Now you are how you were when you were real
There you go again on that circular trip Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman Im out of breath Id better sit Been living, hard living
All I do is follow you around
I wouldnt waste another thought On what is fair and what is not The quincea?era dress she bought Was unstitched with bullets All the guests in the garden screamed Women and tires squealing Such opulence, such misery Unwinding, unwinding
All I do is follow you around All I do is follow you around