Children of the Helmet Law - Primitive Radio Gods

Citizens of Hollywood

Forget about the plotline

The waiters have united

The actors are their children

We stood in line behind the drug czar

Stepped outside into the open world to breathe it in

Somewhere inside the backyard fences

Someone passed a cigarette and said

«It's gonna take a little time

'Till the shit clears

But, hey man, everything’s gonna be all right

Can I burn a light?

Can I burn a light?»

Enemy in sight

Enemy in sight

«It's gonna take a little time

'Till the shit clears

But, hey man, everything’s gonna be all right

Can I burn a light?

Can I burn a light?»

Enemy in sight

Enemy in sight