1980: I wrote this song for The Robots (except for the lyrics in the last verse,
which were penned by former Robots guitarist Paul Rexrode), and we later
played it in The Klap as well. It was a major crowd-plelaser for both bands.
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Synopsis: New Wave rambling.
Lyrics
Your psychedelic moon phase don't bother me none
Your philanthropic finger can control my gun
But it doesn't matter
I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet
Lookin' 'cross the flight path, flyin' to the moon
Concrete on my spinal cord, you'd better make room
But it doesn't matter
I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet
Mushrooms on the back seat, a purple-colored sun
I grab you by the years babe, 'cause here I come
But it doesn't matter
I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm not
Copyright © 1980, 2002 Jeff Buser.
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