Eighteen Is over the Hill - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

Antique white lace

A plastic face

A tinfoil place

An empty space

You’re so hung-up on yourself

And nothing else

I like too much the rain

The power of my brain

The sunshine

And the open road

Ahead of me

Laughing because

It’s right to laugh

Dress up at night

In the right dress

You can’t change me

Into something

That I’m not

I like too much the rain

The power of my brain

The sunshine

And the open road

Ahead of me

I’ll hear your line

Some other time

When miming

Performance rhyme

The way you feel

It is so phoney

And unreal

I like too much the rain

The power of my brain

The sunshine

And the open road

Ahead of me

I like too much the rain

The power of my brain

The sunshine

And the open road

Ahead of me