The Athletes of God

Take the complimentary box of Ziploc bags
That someone left on our front door
Place a peanut butter sandwich in each one
And I will carry them to the shore

My raft will take me to Tripoli
My raft will take me to Tripoli
My raft will take me to Tripoli

And I will walk away from Tripoli
For as long as the sandwiches sustain me
And when they're gone I will find
A fifty-foot pole sticking straight up from the sand

I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again



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Writer(s): Chris Piuma
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