Wasted The Vapors

By Dave Fenton

Don't think I told you 'bout this dream I had
Me and these friends of mine were feelin' bad
'Cause we were wasted
Wasted on the likes of you

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Caucasian crucifix upon our backs
Yeah, we were wasted
Wasted on the likes of you

Well we've got powers in our jeans you've never dreamed
And we've got words you've never heard and never seen
Yeah, we've been wasted

I heard you hummin' on the telephone
I spoke to Monroe, Garbo, Truman, Capone
But they were wasted
Wasted on the likes of you

Oh, come along
Come along
Come along
Come along