Straw Hats

	cover bands cover up lives with ears flipping over,
	with elephant ears boiling in a tin pot
	that poisening has to end somewhere on my way to the ocean,
	on my way to the gold mine
	shifting moods go by like summer old fashion,
	some are old fashioned
	a hasty heart attack, that wish to leave no goddamn goodbyes behind,
	we go past doors closed from the inside,
	past men wearing beautiful straw hats, there must be something
	to all that

	cover bands cover up lives with ears flipping over,
	with elephant ears boiling in a tin pot
	that poisening has to end somewhere on my way to the ocean,
	on my way to the gold mine
	shifting moods go by like summer old fashion,
	some are old fashioned
	a hasty heart attack, that wish to leave no goddamn goodbyes behind,
	we go past doors closed from the inside,
	past men wearing beautiful straw hats, there must be something
	to all that