SOME OTHER TIME
by John Doe & Exene Cervenka

Let's not talk about bombs or the brain impulses of severed limbs
You will always subtract your arms from my arms
Someone always interupts us
While we talk so I'm gonna draw this evening's line
Before my wash hangs on it for everyone to see

It's very bad luck to draw the line
On the night before the worlds ends
We can draw the line some other time

This midnight I will turn into a beer
I will dream of you between nightmares
And wars and toss and turn
Ain't you gonna take me for a ride drink and drive
Down to the L.A. River bed I'll make no mistakes
And I'll behave