Shangri-La Indeed - Black Whales
Take photographs, of dumb white-trash.
Do they make you feel better?
Do they make you feel clean?
Shangri-La Indeed.
I feel it in the breeze,
it's there in my bones,
tell me something I don't know.
Texas is flat, I assure you of that.
The strays in the pack, they always come back.
We eat from the trash, our minds are like that.
The center of the earth, is a real warm one.
Traveling salesman, sell me all of the shit you can.
Save your dimes, in an old tin can.
Write me a letter from the wasteland.
Take photographs, of dumb white-trash.
Do they make you feel better?
Do they make you feel clean?
Shangri-La Indeed.
I feel it in the breeze,
it's there in my bones,
tell me something I don't know.
Traveling salesman, sell me all of the shit you can.
Save your dimes, in an old tin can.
Write me a letter from the wasteland.
- 专辑:Shangri-La Indeed
- 歌手:Black Whales
- 歌曲:Shangri-La Indeed