Crash at Lake Placebo - Guided By Voices

Gone

The wind is blown

The film runs out

The shade of black

The light is on

How soon is wrong?

The shade of red

For when it comes

The light is off

Now the air is cool

The end is near

The change has made them run in fear

And struck the pose

And hyped the hype

The view box out

The time is ripe

I see punk arms with nails to go

And bloodshot eyes

They followed due process

With too many college tries

Now they sing their songs

They fire their guns

The light back on