Testo di Apricots

back in the eighties the air smelled like roses i flew my big black balloon as an accountant, over the City staring straight at the moon then all my friends quit smoking saying an ill wind had set in none of us can win i started drinking in City gymnasiums hanging out with the guys now all the streets are empty no one calls I'm eating in apricots from tins get in the car no get in the car no look I said get in the car i told you i'm not going no no no i'm not going i won't get in the car get in the car no, i'm not going