The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Eighteen Is Over the Hill lyrics

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.