Lyrics:
We can fly away to Mozambique
Stay there for the week
Sand all on your cheeks
Hop up on a plane and fly away to Mozambique
Stay there for the week
wishing for all of this didn't come true
you're so far away from me
you're so still i can't even see
waking up by the sand
offering for your hand
looking
your head?
Where's your head?
Where's your head?
Is it buried in the sand?
Up your arse?
Are you brain dead?
Uh oh it's us again
Yo the same
gone outside?
It takes all my strength to go
Sand moves up your thigh
Theres no one else here besides
The creatures in the sea
To the east
I could really
And without a map
No fire, just embers left
No sense of fighting against the downstream
Let the sand dry up your tears
Getting over you it's one hard task
I
Shake shake your boops
Let’s sand up dance Makossa
Let’s sand up dance Bikuttsi
Let’s sand up dance Makassi
Let’s sand up dance Makossa
Let’s sand up
feet in the sand
'Cause when your body's up in my hands
I get vacation eyes
And you're looking summertime
Summertime, summer, s-s-summertime fine
lying
You think you have a lot,
But it's all running
Out, out, out
Dark times,
Happy days,
Tears and cheers of joy
Make up the sand, falling in your
around the corner
They creep and crawl through the rocks and the sand
They slither up your thighs so you cant run away, no
The Satanic Sunbathers are here
Or how about on the beach with black sand?
Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park
your daily chores to bed
And when your heart and your brain isn’t racing anymore
Busy people in the burning sand
Take a look up from your looking glass
Or how about on the beach with black sand?
Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park
with the flow
'Cause the tides always turn
And sink or swim, diving in
Is the best way to learn
Kick up the sand 'cause your tan
Proves you lived
gate
Spirit dilate
Watch the falling sand
Shifting through his hand
Open Up Your Gate
Spirit Dilate
Whisper To Your Friends
Death Is Not The End!
Not
and tears
We’re not both so damn close to promised land
At the beach I almost reach the helping hand
From the floor we’ll be washed up to the sand
Up to your
sand up with your heels
Think to yourself how good it feels
Throw away all your walking shoes
Then you come running to me
Hey, hey, now you come running
wide
I want to keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself
wide
I want to keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself
You gotta pay
With your heart and soul
We're all laid low by the hand
So get your head up
Get your head up outta the sand
So get your head up
these years
What have you been hiding all those years
From me
Turn over remove the earth and sand
As we shovel up your spade
Unsettled by this mad man
n Robots or they got to wait till the show stop
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
Lick up your thigh they call me the pac man
Table top
I want to keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself how
through the ice; we're going down
Just like the Titanic
So look straight ahead; don't bury your head in the sand
Your bones will wash up red
But I won't
feet along to the rhythm of the sand
Rise and sharpen up your spear
Aim your bow, make them bow down in fear
Chaos and new beginnings
Find your destiny
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