Going South (single version)

Peace and love, a phoney kind of blubber
My instincts tell me to crash
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them
I somehow think this won't last

So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads

You've got a reason
Some funky little demons
Telling me that life is a gas
You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing
Motown gives it a blast

So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm going south
Where the head unloads

Called my brother, he said I need a lawyer
And my life is sinking at best
Called my brother, he said I've just become
A moaner who lives in the past
You've got a vision
Some funky little isms
Telling me that life is a gas
Your misconception is a pitiful expression
It's something I'll never possess

So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads

Peace and love, a phoney kind of blubber
My instincts tell me to crash
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them
I somehow think this won't last

So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Derek Allen, Andrew Keith Gray, Mark Alan Cox
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