Description
- Artist: Bananafishbones
- Title: Come To Sin
- Backing Track: Midi Karaoke
LYRICS:
Sun
Sky
All our dreams are dreams of fun
Handing out the watergun
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 nightflight 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 till we get laid
Into the nightlife time’s right no flight
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 that heaty windy skin
Around my neck
Reminds me of Doreen, 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 that heaty windy skin
Around my neck
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
