Wolfgang Press (The)
Going South
Peace and lovea phony kind of blubberMy instincts tell me to crashYou've got salt emissionsand you know how to use themI somehow think this won't lastSo I'm moving southto the great unknownYeah I'm moving southwhere the head unloadsYou've got a reasonsome funky little demonstelling me that life is a gas.You're a deconstructiona euphemism nothinga Motown gives it a blastSo I'm moving southto the great unknownYeah I'm moving southwhere the head unloadsCalled my brotherHe said, "I need a lawyer"Letras de cancionesand my life is sinking at best.Called my brotherHe said, "I've just become a,a moaner who lives in the past."You've got a visionsome funky little ismstelling me that life is a gasYour misconception is a pitiful expressionit's something I'll never possess.So I'm moving southto the great unknownYeah I'm moving southwhere the head unloadsPeace and lovea phony kind of blubberMy instincts tell me to crashYou've got salt emissionsand you know how to use themI somehow think this won't lastSo I'm moving southto the great unknownYeah I'm moving southwhere the head unloads
From Letras Mania