shoulders are covered with fucking long hair
still wearing his 12-year old badge
wants to make love and nothing else
he’s too blind to see — it’s ’78
curly haired girls, stinking of shit
fucking dull parties, candle-light
fucking blues music, smoke in their eyes
he’s too blind to see — it’s ’78
his feet are buried in brown sandals
thinking of Jesus, while cops are killing
acoustic guitar, that makes him singing
he’s too blind to see
he’s too blind to see
he’s too blind blind
too blind to see — it’s ’78