Beatnick Blues

Air is electrified, my brain is tearin' at the seams
Blue sun in a weird sky, but I'm still rockin' my blue jeans
Just another normal day down here at Garage Way

Skit tight, bright light what a pretty sight
When you're groovin' down the street
So many freaks that you could meet
All movin' their funky feet

Still riding that Soft Parade
Down here at Garage Way

City alive and sublime
Crazy hair, and crazy eyes
We're outta time
We're outta time
We're outta time

City alive and sublime
Crazy hair, and crazy eyes
We're outta time
We're outta time
We're outta time



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Maisano
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