Budd's Theme

I've got one thing to keep this sentience from breaking my head
Can you guess my friend
What it is that keeps me from turning to dread

The silver screen it's obsolete
It keeps the voices from coming within
I've got a friend who talks without even moving a chin

I've got none
(Getting louder save my outer wing)
Hiding in my head
(Getting hard to swim)
The television
(My mind is in gotta check out when)
Breaks my mind instead
(Save a time for them)

The street car comes back
It sends shivers right down my spine
The concrete holds that heat
Of a day that slowly passes away
I've got a friend who talks without even moving a chin

I've got none
(Getting louder save my outer wing)
Hiding in my head
(Getting hard to swim)
The television
(My mind is in gotta check out when)
Breaks my mind instead
(Save a time for them)



Credits
Writer(s): Jim Adams
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