Swimming Thru the Hymnals
Life could be beautiful
Molly popping candy cotton coated in celestial mmm mmm good vibrations
Sky colored pink as Himalayan sea salt floating on the tip of her tongue
On the phone with Shakespeare's muse weeping in an acid bath
But her girlfriends are coming over tonight
And there'll be cake and conversation over cigarettes and senselessness
And these moments could be perfect and precious precisely borderline quantifiable
Two weeks vacation and the rest off for play
I could imagine them saying that just isn't the right way
You gotta serve society
Uncle Sam screams from his nursing home
Mashed potatoes drooling from his mouth
Like me in my dreams of aqua weed seafoam
All my friends smoke weed and curse capitalism
But nobody's brave enough to start a new religion based on blazing up
And cursing killer cops and civil disruptionio
Cloak ourselves in reparations and give America back to the natives
And I'll go swimming with the fishes and eels
Cuz that's the only place white people didn't steal
For real for real
Sing me songbird salivating seamstresses
Hymnals abysmal joy sounds echoing out
Into the cobblestones streets and tweet tweets
From the fingertips of digital kids in kiss-for-kiss
Conundrums from here to London
Fun dip on the snow cone in sun lit stone homes
Where me and all my friends could just drink wine on the porch
And it's fine if of course the spirits are on all high tonight
Molly popping candy cotton coated in celestial mmm mmm good vibrations
Sky colored pink as Himalayan sea salt floating on the tip of her tongue
On the phone with Shakespeare's muse weeping in an acid bath
But her girlfriends are coming over tonight
And there'll be cake and conversation over cigarettes and senselessness
And these moments could be perfect and precious precisely borderline quantifiable
Two weeks vacation and the rest off for play
I could imagine them saying that just isn't the right way
You gotta serve society
Uncle Sam screams from his nursing home
Mashed potatoes drooling from his mouth
Like me in my dreams of aqua weed seafoam
All my friends smoke weed and curse capitalism
But nobody's brave enough to start a new religion based on blazing up
And cursing killer cops and civil disruptionio
Cloak ourselves in reparations and give America back to the natives
And I'll go swimming with the fishes and eels
Cuz that's the only place white people didn't steal
For real for real
Sing me songbird salivating seamstresses
Hymnals abysmal joy sounds echoing out
Into the cobblestones streets and tweet tweets
From the fingertips of digital kids in kiss-for-kiss
Conundrums from here to London
Fun dip on the snow cone in sun lit stone homes
Where me and all my friends could just drink wine on the porch
And it's fine if of course the spirits are on all high tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Marchesani
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