Come to Sin
Sun
All our dreams are dreams of fun
Handing out the water gun
Shoot me and I'll drink you
Into the shade I'll shrink you
Finally we're done and stare up into the
Sky
Flat on our backs we lie
In quicksand slowly my hand
Flies up and away with the yellow bird driven by
Wind
I think I'll come to sin
With all this heaty windy skin
Around my neck and what glory
The sand in my pants reminds me of Doreen
Sand
We cannot fight getting tanned
All the limits banned
Into the night flight
Time's right no fight
There goes the sun into the the nightlife yeah
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Time
Bugs crawling up our spine and the memory is mine
I'm a grain of sand in your hand so hand me mine yeah
That would be fine
Heat
I kiss the blisters on your feet a lizard's eye I greet
I'm afraid there's no aid 'til we get laid
Into the night flight time's right no fight
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
I think I'll come to sin with all this heaty windy skin
Around my neck
Mocking photography
Shocking in the sand with me
Sand in my pants
Sand in my pants
Sand in my
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
I think I'll come to sin with all this heaty windy skin
Around my neck and oh what glory
The sand in my pants reminds me of Doreen
Mocking photography
Shocking in the sand with me
Sand in my pants
Sand in my pants
Sand in my pants
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Whang I sing while the others swing
Like a beam of light through a bottle
Suzie swings, her phoney rings
Autor(es): Florian Rein, Peter Horn, Jr., Sebastian Horn, Tobias Neumann
