'Cause if they catch you in the back seat, Trying to pick her locks, They're gonna send you back to Mother, In a cardboard box. You better run!
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
I have many favorites, including "Dogs," which is brilliant.
But, I favor the post-Syd, pre-Dark Side era. No one sounded like them and they sounded like no one else. Totally original.