Let Go Now

The Social Apocalypse 
You are know viewed as the first victim of the social apocalypse
Live fast die young, that was your mission
You had to die a punk rock death

Sometimes drinking is all you can do but to take the pain away, it’s gonna be a dark road 

Your portrait in galleries of desolation 
You’re hanging there like the birth of Venus 
Put me in the hall of fame, I long to be there
Put me on the wall of shame, hang me there 

Girl, take a look at your game, stop playing stupid, you knew the rules off by heart in L.A
There’s a sycophant under your bed whispering sweet nothings to you to soothe you to sleep 

“You were great in that film nobody saw,
It’s the naked truth, it was the role of your life”
“You’re not sick, it’s just his little trick, he’s playing games with you because he knows you won’t win” 

Your portrait is peeling 
Out your soul is seeping
Immortalised in a tent on skid row
Blues or heroin or orphenadrine
You can’t help being a victim of your past

The Social Apocalypse

Truth & Soul presents Lee Fields (The 45 Mixes)

Honey Dove

Complete Mythology

Soul Heaven

Loving on the Flipside

At the Hotel

Doin It!!!!

Merry Go Round

Like a Ship (Without a Sail)

Nobody Knows

American Love Call

Morning In America

This Love

This Love Pt. 1 & 2 (Bonus Track)

Introducing...

Bad News

Honey Dove

Lee Fields & The Expressions