Children of the Helmet Law

Citizens of Hollywood
Forget about the plotline
The waiters have united
The actors are their children
We stood in line behind the drug czar
Stepped outside into the open world to breathe it in
Somewhere inside the backyard fences
Someone passed a cigarette and said
«It's gonna take a little time
'Till the shit clears
But, hey man, everything’s gonna be all right
Can I burn a light?
Can I burn a light?»
Enemy in sight
Enemy in sight
«It's gonna take a little time
'Till the shit clears
But, hey man, everything’s gonna be all right
Can I burn a light?
Can I burn a light?»
Enemy in sight
Enemy in sight