Grillacadabra

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Gold for the reaper, his wings make sound,

Looping your fate while you\'re skyward-bound.

One glance back—it\'s over now,

The hound of garden digs your ground.

Purple words the siren read,

Etched in smoke above your bed.

Marionette on midnight\'s stage,

You trade your breath for her weird gauge.

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Spring, Salt, Sun

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Family, Taste, Fun

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Music, Happiness, Home

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Sunny soon come

Take the highway where coyotes cry,

Let the sparks write laws in the sky.

No regrets in the his turn—

Feed the fire, let the bridges burn.

Purple words the siren read,

Etched in smoke above your bed.

Marionette on midnight\'s stage,

You trade your breath for her weird gauge.

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Spring, Salt, Sun

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Family, Taste, Fun

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Music, Happiness, Home

Grillacadabra, grillacadabra

Sunny soon come