I'd love to go to a brand new place But recognize the sky A brand new motion yet same old people And thats the reason why The colours of honey are in you're eyes As you're life flies high But before you know it, you've fallen As your life flashes before you're lies
And the lights, just march, on by And the crowd, they walk, and sigh Yet time is slow
Feel the world on my hands Trust insentives of a band Cos' the weight is thick and thin Drop it now and destroy what's in
So pick up the pace And enjoy the race Because nothing-ness is nice And feel the dance, and feel the mood While you're munching on that slice Don't have to spit out You're thumb or the wriggleys gum Because they're both a waste of time But don't crush the bird, just for fun 'Cause that's not fun for every one
And the lights, just march, on by And the crowd, they walk, and sigh Yet time is slow
Feel the world on my hands Trust insentives of a band Because the weight is thick and thin Drop it now and destroy whats in
(lets go!)
So pick up the pace And enjoy the race 'Cause nothing-ness is nice And feel the dance, and feel the mood While you're munching on that slice Don't have to spit out You're thumb or the wriggleys gun Because they're both a waste of time But don't crush the bird, just for fun 'Cause that's not fun for every one
Compositores: Daniel Blumberg (Yuck), Robert Guy Stern (Cajun Dance Party) ECAD: Obra #14807839 Fonograma #2529761