Glad Girls

Hey, glad girls only want to get you high And they're alright There will be no coronation There will be no flowers flowing In the light that pa*ses though me Hey, glad girls only want to get you high And they're alright There will be no graduation There will be no trumpets blowing In the light that pa*ses through me With the sinking of the sun I've come to greet you Clean your hands and go to sleep Confess the dreams Of good and bad men all around Some are lost And some have found The light that pa*ses though me