|
Peace and love |
|
A phoney kind of blubber |
|
My instincts tell me to crash |
|
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them |
|
I somesow think this won't last |
|
|
|
So I'm moving south |
|
To the great unknown |
|
Yeah I'm moving south |
|
Where the head unloads |
|
|
|
You've got a reason |
|
Some funky little demons |
|
Telling me that life is a gas |
|
You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing |
|
Motown gives it a blast |
|
|
|
So I'm moving south |
|
To the great unknown |
|
Yeah I'm going south |
|
Where the head unloads |
|
|
|
Called my brother |
|
He said I need a lawyer |
|
And my life is sinking at best |
|
Called my brother |
|
He said I've just become |
|
A moaner who lives in the past |
|
You've got a vision |
|
Some funky little 'isms |
|
Telling me that life is a gas |
|
Your misconception is a pitiful expression |
|
It's something I'll never possess |
|
|
|
So I'm moving south |
|
To the great unknown |
|
Yeah I'm moving south |
|
Where the head unloads |
|
|
|
Peace and love |
|
A phoney kind of blubber |
|
My instincts tell me to crash |
|
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them |
|
I somesow think this won't last |
|
|
|
So I'm moving south |
|
To the great unknown |
|
Yeah I'm moving south |
|
Where the head unloads |
