Organ Eyes - Slow Folk

If all it takes is gust of wind
Did you have much to begin with

Felt green tables and acts that break when motion is made
Count your cards and keep the foolish ones near your heart

And it was all done in food fun
The mailman played along calling me son
We had the Coke can painted just right
He drank it all went inside and said good night
Who wants to wake up anyway

And It was all done in good fun
His wife disagreed but that's a given son
The ambulance was free so that's a lucky one
Bullets in my teeth becuase I'm the smoking gun

Like bleached hair you gotta want it
Sometimes you gotta earn it
Sometimes I feel like Ernest
But that's only if I'm being honest

Written by:
Cameron Steacy

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