Maspalomas

Aldous Huxley's birds in the island
Remind me to pay attention
My personal path to hell is clichéd and
I know 'cause it's paved with good intentions
At home our koi fish are still waiting for me
To dig a pond for them to swim in
But I'm too busy not making music
Not really trying to meet any real women
I watch Comedy Central re-runs
While I wait for divine intervention
Meanwhile my mom is planning to go
To her second or third alternative medicine convention

Ooops, I'll have to go to gate
My flight to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria is waiting
Both of my hands are shaking
Because this is exactly what I've always been (...)
And what am I now?
I truly expect personal transformation from the in-flight safety information
Just as the forty year old me sits down beside of me and he
Starts a fucking conversation
Well she takes off my pants but her eyes are vacant – so i spit in her face
To remind her that I paid for this vacation
And she promised to be happy
Or did she, well fuck it I bought stuff in the tax free
Like two hundred Prince Red cigarettes
And a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey
So I step out of the bungalow – I light a cigarette
And I scream to my younger self

It's a lighthouse
In the desert
It's by the sea
It's Maspalomas
boy, I'm free

Aldous Huxley's birds in the island
Remind me to pay attention
My personal path to hell is clichéd and
I know 'cause it's paved with good intentions
At home our koi fish are still waiting for me
To dig a pond for them to swim in
But I'm too busy not making music
Not really trying to meet any real women
I watch Comedy Central re-runs
While I wait for divine intervention
Meanwhile my mom is planning to go
To her second or third alternative medicine convention



Credits
Writer(s): Simen Sjolie, Kim Uglum Reenskaug, Marius Hokstad, Petter Frydenlund, Eirik Blakstad, Oskar Buvarp
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