
Date of issue: 17.04.1979
Song language: English
Yellow Pills |
One, two… |
One, two, three, four… |
Everybody’s is feeling groovy |
Everybody’s got tight pants on Cause everybody feels like they were |
Just made by the creator |
So come take a walk down my street |
Keep your head up by the phone lines |
You can see the world if you want to Give it a try, open your eyes and feel free |
Ahh, of my yellow pills |
Ahh, of my yellow pills |
Take a look around on my street |
Everybody’s got their new wheels |
They’re still gonna chyme on the freeway |
Everybody’s got the yellow pills |
Just look at the happy faces |
Lovin' to the tape machine |
Actin' like they’re drivin' to heaven |
Turn up the blind, I hit you with mine and feel free |
Ahh, of my yellow pills |
Ahh, of my yellow pills |
Ahh, of my yellow pills |
I’ll always believe your lies |
You make me feel so alive |
Cause I don’t love to be real |
Cause everybody’s is feeling groovy |
And everybody’s cut their hair short |
Cause everybody feels like they were |
Just made by the creator |
So let me take a walk down my street |
Keep your head up by the phone line |
You can see the world if you want to Give it a try, open your eyes and feel free |
Ahh, of my yellow pills |
Ahh, of my yellow pills |
Oh, ahh, my yellow pills |
Oh, ahh, my yellow pills |
I’ll always believe in your lies |
They make me feel so alive |
Cause I don’t have to be real |
And I’ll always believe in your lies |
They make me feel so alive |
And I don’t have to be real |