Pocket full of pills
Little Tina Turnbull dances the night away
Caught in the frame of a strobe light still
Pushes herself on with a pocket full of pills
So hey does your heart feel close to mine
Can you ride this wave can you alter your mind
Her young flesh on the cold leather seat
His hot breath and breath so sweet
Say hey can the revolution wait a day
With your eyes shut tight it seems that way
Ride that wave