Letras
And the band played on as the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred.
He was a rock, to the end, a solid reminder,
Couldn't deny a friend.
We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison,
Peeking up the skirt of the end.
And we'd drink two gnarly dudes and some records.
Much like plates of black food,
We filled up our faces, saw some far places,
Stood on the roof in the nude.
And the band played on as the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred.
Between poles, he said We're like cows in the grass,
Brushing off flies.
Chaise lounging around, standing up, falling down,
'Til we no longer opened our eyes.
And we'd drink.
Ever notice how drinking's like war?
Cup o' troops o'er the gums
To the end of our health, a campaign 'gainst myself
Armed with bourbons and scotches and rum.
And the band played on as the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred.
Think of bombs.
We're poised on the edge of disaster.
Whether it's right or it's wrong.
We opened the window,
Played some nintendo,
Sang a few bars of some pretty old song
'Irene good night, Irene good night
Good night, Irene. Good night, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams.'
Oh to dream.
Those impotent bones of extinction.
Flying graceful and free.
None but the best cause the man cannot rest,
'Til he's finally beaten his me.
And the band played on as the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn, my senses finally blurred.
'Til the end, he passed out on the sundeck that morning.
Quietly saying good bye,
But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered.
Told him he couldn't just die.
He was rock, went straight for his own Armageddon.
Face froze in a grin.