Slingshots
I need panic and purple metal fool's gold
paint the stairs blue and turn the strobe onto hold.
Keith won't give up until you get there with them cigars,
and black won't be blue until the sharks get past the sandbars
For you. You. You.
C'mon get your shoulders to the stone wheel boys, and get it turning.
Alex said common sense should've been your first warning.
If it's green, keep it away until it gets grey and white, and
for the last time, keep your hands off my goddam wife.
La Ooooh. La Oooh. La Ooooh.
I need panic to make my thoughts go faster.
Well, your papa left you alone, and now somehow, you're the bastard
And Pennsylvania Avenue gets cluttered with broken weather balloons
They got million dollar slingshots, and they got eyes like gunshot wounds.
AAAAH OOOOOOOOOH!
AAAAH OOOOOOOOOH!
AAAAH OOOOOOOOOH!
Writer/s: Steven Afton Wolfe
