[Spoken]
(as they age, men encounter the 6th fear - loss of verility.
Just look him straight in the eye, invade his space by 
Standing a little closer than normal...)

By 8.30 am the sun was so hot, that it made me remember.
I pulled on the jacket with the bars on the pockets 
And I stood in front of the window
And the skin on my face has a memory all its own
And it drinks in the pure heat, real slow.
I remember lima. I remember the good life.
I remember lima. I remember the good life.

The window is ten feet high and three feet wide
Sun beams bounce off the dark water 
 [bad word] through the clear glass, magnified.
Standing here in the house on pacific coast highway
Given to me by a friend whose name is no longer important
My conscience is clean.
And the feeling of power like thick red wine
And it's oh-nine-oh-five military time
I remember lima. I remember the good life.
I remember lima. I remember the good life.