Silver Trucks Lyrics

Where do they go?
San Francisco and New York.
Bug eyes tell
soap operas and commercials are beautiful. Oh, the flicker.
It tells you time to change ...the channel.
Oh, calamity and the noise.
Eeeyah!
And to Harlem on Tricycle.
Bike biking to their furniture in tall buildings that seemed taller when they were small.
And we go back
And they're no wonder at all
Eeyah!
And the flyers on street corners.
The neon and the black. It turns on to pupils if you -you don't go back
Back to nature back to
San Francisco or New York
When you return you will be someone else Eeyah!
So Harlem ain't so scary in the dark.
With the twilight and the white bright silver trucks.
and so Harlem ain't so scary in the dark.
With the twilight and the white bright silver trucks.