Armchair Martian 17 Years
Hateful eyes, you're in disguise.
I see you there, all you do is stare.
How can you play the mess there that you made?
The singer is the same, but I refrain...
[Chorus:]
Will you like this song after 17 years?
There's no feeling left inside and the band's reunified.
Will you like this song after 17 years?
Part of me has died, been taken for a ride.
Saw these guys, before their ties.
The drummer's hair was in the air.
Stories been told, the bass player's fat and old.
And I feel the same, I still complain
[Chorus]
Got there early, stood in line (at the Roxy)
Bought my T-Shirt ahead of time (at the Avalon)
[Chorus]
