(, , , , , ) High times and orange juice from porcelin bowls that set them loose, from far away songs why you let them sing along, Idle chat to keep the peace from the NME to the Middle East, That Keeps you awake from the ill that you make, Rebel lies threw yellow eyes, that cast a spell to compromise, the Myth that they lead, for the fame that they need. Joke once with nervous laughs, to forgein pleads or autographs, i'll sing my song, now won't you all sing along. Instrumental: G/Em7, , x 4 for 8 - for 8 Judy Garland bodes you well, though your past attempts have caused you hell. I'll watch you digress - as i fail to impress. Brass Pipes and silver tin, you chase the smoke but you'll never win - regret and relive as i fade in your cave, Cheap lines of former past, a misused languages waivers fast, increase on my game, as you hold back your shame. Cheap beers and cheaper tears, the juice is done the bowls dissappared - theres blood on the walls as my sanity... Callllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllls x 2