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Prelude To A Quaalude - Automatic Pilot
Soft mutation
From a dull situation
I want to feel
Like rubber and steel
I want to laugh
At the boys in black
Forget forget forget
How to deal
Prelude to a quaalude
The music can feel
My my head's on tight
This dark midnight
The streets all shine
The boys look fine
Cars of chaos
Roar like applause
Don't forget don't forget don't forget
Your name
Prelude to a quaalude
Softens the brain
It's pill time
To kill time
To make time fly
It's the right time
To sing time
A lullaby
Crowd on the wall
Give me the stall
A man in a hat
Say baby come back
A gun in his pocket
I sure like to see
A gun in his pocket
I sure like to see
Don't forget don't forget don't forget
To say please please
Prelude to a quaalude
Down on your knees
Salty but sweet
The night indiscreet
Sweeps us away
In a great tidal wave
Of passion and ploy
Drowning in joy
Don't forget don't forget don't forget
Your spice spice
Prelude to a quaalude
Feels so nice
Stumblin' home
With a friend of my own
Wearing a grin
That smells like gin
Feeling like caesar
Come home from the wars
Don't forget don't forget don't forget
The light
Prelude to a quaalude
Plays through the night
It's pill time
To kill time
To make time fly
It's the right time
To sing time
A lullaby
It's pill time
To kill time
To make time fly
It's the right time
To sing time
A lullaby
