歌词
I’m clicking my digits,
I’m gonna tell my brother,
I waited for a long, long, long time.
I fiddle with my britches,
I’d rather keep my nails,
I’m biting to the wick the whole night.
Sand fight!
Sore eyes!
High tide!
I been burning bridges,
Another then another,
You will not cross the canyon in line.
I’ve been sinking ships,
A hole in your hull,
You will not cross the ocean this time.
I’m clicking my digits,
I’m gonna tell my brother,
I waited for a long, long, long time.
I fiddle with my britches,
I’d rather keep my nails,
I’m biting to the wick the whole night.
Sand fight!
Sore eyes!
High tide!
Privacy’s the newly appointed operating officer in chief
And she doesn’t want her takeover to start any beef.
She’s got your candles and your eyepennies stuck between her teeth,
What’s a million between two friends who share a belief?
Guide to safe dancing: two points of contact, ideally three,
Now I can’t reach my CDs.
A real man of the people, a community beams,
A real man of the people, a community beams.
Meet me on the path, this is literally all I have, please!
These days it’s hard to tell if I’m stunted or stunning.
We’ve got infinite options and about 45 minutes,
We’ve got unlimited choices and never to choose them in,
We’ve got infinite options and about 45 minutes,
We’ve got unlimited choices and never to choose them in,
We’ve got infinite options and about 45 minutes,
We’ve got unlimited choices and never to choose them in.
Sand fight!
Sore eyes!
High tide!
专辑信息
1.Four Wheel Drive
2.Sand Fight