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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raccoon Tour
Raccoon Tour
Performer
Nathan Burr
Nathan Burr
Vocals
Andy Altadonna
Andy Altadonna
Electric Guitar
September Wayment
September Wayment
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Burr
Nathan Burr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Romnes
Brett Romnes
Producer
Bill Henderson
Bill Henderson
Mastering Engineer
Jordan Thornquest
Jordan Thornquest
Engineer

Lyrics

Preoccupy my temporal lobe, this is getting serious, oh no I want to recognize the progress we have made Hungover bodyless brown eyes, and her meticulous reprise From across the ocean, she was finally coming home She said, "Take me far away from this cold place My cheeks are frosted with my tears And my hands need yours to hold" You're making poverty so fun I wouldn't starve with anyone but you, you perfect actor Burn with me forever aftеr Eat the rich and lose our jobs We'll movе down south 'till the Arctic thaws I pray that in the end, it hurts Cause that means we tried to make this work Stop! Now breath, and hold it in, and let it out Everything is gonna be fine Each time I tell you that I'm terrified I'll finally be wrong And you'll stop eating, or sleeping, or end up too far gone And I'll say "Honey, please remember that you're loved More than you'll ever truly know You've got your family and friends." She'll say "Baby, come September We'll be somewhere better for both you and me." We're both lying through our teeth Without boundaries or the shops Without preachers or the cops We'll build our brave new life right here Without shame or unbashened fear Free the slaves and burn the bridges Ignite billionaires like witches Occupy the country clubs, they'll never catch us just because My head's in the clouds I liked it better when I was there on the ground Our heads in the cloud One day we'll find a place that we can call ours We'll come crawling back to Mom and Dad We'll sell all items that we've ever had And use the cash to get stoned We'll tear apart our neighborhoods The trees will burn, the walls crumble to soot We'll make it beautiful for once Green pastures dry up in the sun Hekla won't wait for everyone To migrate high into the stars or shut it like a mason jar Save the kids, and save the money Burn the flags, disband the army The night the volcanoes blew I'm glad that I was sleeping next to you
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