Dancepack - Volcano Choir

How many trees to the west of here.

How many smokes left have you got.

I wanna stand but I’m talking to a cop.

There’s piss on my boots, how’d you make it stop.

Dance past looking for a crashed dance lot.

I’m alone, up on the top of the pine.

Let’s people, and makes the pine.

I be with an old lady, I’ll be ridin her lie, Oh

Smokin outside a copytail.

I won’t know when I fail.

She’s the liver of life, and no, they are not casual lost in the fog.

We got one kind of trouble, it’s a woman on a bed.

Take note, there’s still a hole in your heart.

Love in sit, and you bait to talk.

My young little soul, learning to walk.

Close that weary door like the house on the weary street.

I finally go in the blind heights.

I’m warm in the cold, that’s corn rows.

I finally go in blind heights.

That’s a cold toke, through the corn rows.

Take note, there’s still a hole in your heart.