You could be dust bowl wandering Night sky pondering Dudes with regrets for days (Hey) Or pitbull wrangling Phone cord strangling Queens with the ice cream glaze (Hey) And we're conscience fumbling Grey sky rumbling ghosts And that's cool with me (Hey) Yeah, there are nukes overhead Blood stains in my bed Man, I just wanna play frisbee Yeah
I keep on melting in lava I just can't help myself I keep my head above water And keep myself to myself
I'm a pizza slice murdering Bad plan nurturing Fool tryna find my place (Hey) Yeah, it's a big world beckoning Days of reckoning Maybe I should buy a new face (Hey) We got plot line thickening Campfire flickering Trees and schemes in the night (Hey) Yeah, it's a jet joyride The storm's outside And I just wanna fly my kite Alright
I keep on melting in lava I just can't help myself I keep my head above water And keep myself to myself
Yeah, yeah, I just wanna play frisbee Oh, I just wanna fly my kite Yeah, yeah, maybe the problem's me Oh, I just wanna feel alright
And instead of finding nirvana Oh, I just keep losing myself Somebody call up the doctor My brain is bad for my health
I keep on melting in lava I just can't help myself I keep my head above water And keep myself to myself
And yeah, yeah, I just wanna play frisbee Oh, I just wanna fly my kite Yeah, yeah, maybe the problem's me Oh, I just wanna feel alright
Compositores: Stanley Laurence Michael Stevenson-byrne (Stanley Stevenson-byrne), Bruce Laurence Charles ECAD: Obra #33182732