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Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Roof dogs only, roof dogs only Holy mountain surf club Goalie pads, bunker suit, work gloves, surf's up Be the first to shaka with the scourge of god, circa now Waving at the mountain goats and "shoulda hired a sherpa" crowd It's perfect, brick and mortar curling into character That canopy, that cannonballing barreled in the aperture Stupefied face of a driver in the moment he realizes He is ultimately just another passenger Who is driving who, and who's at one with the upheaval? Plus, who is gonna free you from the stomach of what eat you? You might just be that telephone that make the hunter's belly glow Or better, get ya pinged and guess the ringer though some jelly rolls Cut the tracker out his neck at a Hess I had to go in for napkins, nobody so much as flinch It's like they know what this is Another floater out to own the night Who maybe know the road But doesn't know he doesn't own the rights I put a flag on a island Turned out to be the back of giant When it woke one day in the spring I said, "Jane, stop this crazy thing" Jane stop this crazy thing Jane stop this crazy thing Jane stop this crazy thing Yeah, at devils curve he passed an ailing dog That bit into his shaping like the paving at the wailing wall And trailing off of the panko he had Banjo'd for the village clout Had only brought him closer to the brokers at the witch's house Smoking jacket fit him even though it was a size below Bloated liver ribboning the crimson of his sinus holes Anchors on his forearm told the story of this belly up But hadn't quite been finalized or giantized by anyone Heavy hums, hissing lawns the jazz that all his neighbors hate From when he rode the last bus and made cap guns out of paper plates Last month he was headed east, at least that's what he had in mind The baggage was too heavy so instead he headed back in time Madeleines don't eat themselves but best believe the people will When comfy in the cozy of getting groceries or the diesel bill Seasons still going to change I guess a rake is still a rake I guess it is what it is until the breaks become a break I put a flag on a island Turned out to be the back of giant When it woke one day in the spring I said, "Jane, stop this crazy thing" Jane stop this crazy thing Jane stop this crazy thing Jane stop this crazy thing Back road workers, in the rye applying pressure Where the map show serpents Backbone of the disturbance The smoke is notable if no deterrent I been fevered in the cabin, up and headed for the haunting With my head in my extended hand, perpetually coughing I guess around the"S" around the tentacles of Audrey Started entertaining skeptics mighta second guess the calling It's a strafe to the shoulder, an ego A ∕ B avoidance Against some certain death insurgency to boil it to a coin flip That said there's no boiler at the appointment Just a pulling out of hair hysterical over deployment I'm a student of the blooper as a part of the bit It gets 'em whoopin' when I'm snoopy with a scarf in the wind Scanners report a flying saucer barfing cardinal sin No mention of defense against some forces larger than it, look I put a flag on a island Turned out to be the back of giant When it woke one day in the spring I said, "Jane, stop this crazy thing" Jane stop this crazy thing Jane stop this crazy thing Jane stop this crazy thing
Writer(s): Ian Bavitz, Robert Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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