Dump from Spear by pleistocene

Somewhere there's a quiet place where I can hear the hiss of my brain. Somewhere there's a shady lane where no one has to know my name. At the end of the day. Donna's in the bar at night. I stay until I'm too uptight then walk home stupefied I know it like the veins on the back hand of mine. At the end of the day in the USA. I'm so moody, dumb and fruity. High up in the evergreens looking for a new leaf I'm so gloomy cars rolling down my street neurotically plotting how they're gonna save me. They're saying that we've gotta hold out. Don't frighten off the plan or it might fall on itself. I want morale but can't dish it out. It's all bound to happen between never and now. At the end of the day in the USA. I'm so moody, dumb and fruity. High up in the evergreens looking for a new leaf I'm so gloomy cars rolling down my street neurotically plotting how they're gonna save me.

• Rock
• dirt
• hot pop
• jangle
• ocean rock
• punk
• Rochester