Fantasy Son by Three Fantastic Lyrics

And it came back to me that 10 dollar martinis
And too late depressions
And meanings of lives without expressions

So shut up for Christ's sake and dance to the music that made you a moron

Cause everything's on your side
And everything's perfect to hide

Well, we swear by the waves that we ride
And we swear by the things that we tried
To coerce you but that was disturbing
We tried to think clearly but that was unfaithful
Pie in the sky opportunities hate you
And love kills everyone
In fantasies filmed in the sun
Fantasies filmed in the sun