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

Eighteen Is over the Hill

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