Song | Transitions |
Artist | Ween |
Album | Shinola Vol.1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun. | |
The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done. | |
Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun. | |
Riding the crest of the communion to a union, | |
Harry Truman is the holy son. | |
And he says... |