Oooh Wa

My aunt Gracie has dementia, never met her and she stood me up
But it's fine I don't mind
I'm not gonna die just yet
So don't call the last trumpet

Eileen is right beside me and I think she's lost her head again
As her eyes gleam wild, it'll be ok
I know she'll wanna be friends again

So gimme the keys to the car
I'll drive
We'll drive
Right into the ocean
Weaving and a bobbing and a kissing the notion
It's not how it's supposed to be

We Shouldn't have to run for our lives

Don't know what you're saying with your garbage stink and your god in your hands
And your thousand bands
And retirement plans
And you're off
And you're on
And you're off
And you're on on on on on
It doesn't have to be so tough!

Going down south got my lizard suit boys but you don't judge me
I'm running this game way out on the street
Got the marks on my boots and my hands

Oooh wa

Doing little things that will get me to spread pretty far this side
That side
Little bird, you got me doping people down
Got your winner in sight
My knife my knife
Isn't in your back
No one ever gets to decide
Your life is simple enough

Ooh wa
Ooh wa
Ooh wa

We Shouldn't have to run for our lives

I'm swimming inside
Your brainwaves
The water is nice
It's a safe place
And you're off
And you're on
And you're off
And you're on on on on on

It doesn't have to be so tough!