Green Flash
He ain't fooling no one with that slicked back hair
The booze or the tattoos or the thoughts he shares
The hundred dollar bill he's flashing
Who the hell cares
The twenty dollar haircut he cannot afford
The bar tab he split on high priced whiskey they poured
Cinderella's dreaming
On a barstool till dawn
But it's the Green Flash that comes at the end of the day
The campfire songs one summer he sang
And he's up on his hind legs
With nothing left to say
The Coca-Cola glasses that he doesn't need to wear
The feathers in his cap strung by spiderwebs
He's got those phantom pains in his limbs so he says
But it's the Green Flash that comes at the end of the day
The campfire songs one summer he sang
And he's up on his hind legs
With nothing left to say
Well he moves
Like the Colorado
Like a snake that never eats his tail
But he feels just like he's on the road to hell
He feels just like he's on the road to hell
But it's the Green Flash that comes at the end of the day
The campfire songs one summer he sang
And he's up on his hind legs
With nothing left to say
But it's the Green Flash that comes at the end of the day
The campfire songs one summer he sang
And he's up on his hind legs
With nothing left to say
The booze or the tattoos or the thoughts he shares
The hundred dollar bill he's flashing
Who the hell cares
The twenty dollar haircut he cannot afford
The bar tab he split on high priced whiskey they poured
Cinderella's dreaming
On a barstool till dawn
But it's the Green Flash that comes at the end of the day
The campfire songs one summer he sang
And he's up on his hind legs
With nothing left to say
The Coca-Cola glasses that he doesn't need to wear
The feathers in his cap strung by spiderwebs
He's got those phantom pains in his limbs so he says
But it's the Green Flash that comes at the end of the day
The campfire songs one summer he sang
And he's up on his hind legs
With nothing left to say
Well he moves
Like the Colorado
Like a snake that never eats his tail
But he feels just like he's on the road to hell
He feels just like he's on the road to hell
But it's the Green Flash that comes at the end of the day
The campfire songs one summer he sang
And he's up on his hind legs
With nothing left to say
But it's the Green Flash that comes at the end of the day
The campfire songs one summer he sang
And he's up on his hind legs
With nothing left to say
Credits
Writer(s): Theodore Nunes
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