the city is buring the riots and the sun is melting
everything down
cops and horses and teenage angst
and me quiet quiet me in my shades is thinking
"we sure need some love if we gonna get trough"
but hey you came solitude with the rain solitude
and you blushed solitude you stole my woman
and left me in this melancholy mood
the hills are alive the von trapps are chasing dragons
and the street punk ass kids will kick you for a dollar
and me
quiet me in my shades is thinking
"we sure need some drugs if we're gonna get through"