Medicine Ball - Rogue Wave

I fell too soon from a hot-air balloon

And I don’t know what it teaches

It’s the moment of my weakness

I’ve had enough of your sermonized speeches

It’s the food that I wanted

Out on the evening

Six months ahead

With the styrofoam deepness

Of a medicine ball

A trappist monk

Shares his spritual secrets

Cornered the market on her English

El Diablo put syringes on the beaches

Sucked the juice out of its sweetness

Out on the evening

Six months ahead

With the styrofoam deepness

Of a medicine ball

Medicine ball

Medicine ball