one, they will turn theyre heads. ya we will make them all Dirty Heads oh no. well they can run and hide, they cant hide for long, cause them Dirty Heads
flows forever? Hey, hey, hey Now, I'm gonna build a boat, I'm gonna make it float 'Cause I'm getting the chase for a faraway place Gonna set the sail, gonna catch some wind
burial, breeze Broken penny bank fragments float up at stagnant seas Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head
The dirty leaves are sailing on a hot wind ocean And the summer comes and the summer goes and always has and will And something somewhere that you said
Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift Patching holes with chewing gum and sticking sail to dirty
young but i'm not old now the shimmering passing of you scotty pal? the path to now or never is paved with ambition plain as a sail in the wind or an