Its everything you thought they like Just a wake of strangled stars and stripes You're a taper head on a back bone of fire Always a sleep but never tired
Such a social harp You can wrap it up It takes too much to hide In your afterlife
We watch the crushing sky till three On the radio they found your keys So Super days By what you carry Free as trees Bright and berry You can't think straight You can't think straight
Such a Social harp You can wrap it up It takes too much to hide Until the afterlife
