Texty:
Innocence Mission My Room In The Trees

Now I want the sun, to swing my feet, Washington Harbor. Dogs may come around and they won't care that I'm a stranger. Oh, it's over. Oh, it's over,

The happy Mondays, we blow down alleyways in our raincoats, in afternoons. The imaginary dogs beside us are old friends, they will speak to you. Happy

at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room,

sharp part'a the hammer Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!" Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent

sharp part'a the hammer Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!" Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent

at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room,

sharp part'a the hammer Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa!" Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent