Time: 2:58 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording
Po po po Ha ha ha I climb hand over hand closing my eyes Too scared to look down I climb hand over hand Putting distance between I and I and the ground
Is this just a dream? Don't wanna change a thing about you And all my lonely days Seem so far away without you You say you're so happy now And you say
Swans and their partners they stay Faithful forever or die on the water Foxes are only good for Ruffling feathers, leading lambs to the slaughter Swans
Would you think I was crazy If I stripped on down to my skin? Or, would you think I was free as a bee? C'mon, tell me, tell me, tell the truth now Wouldn
Traffic jams, Concorde drones TV's and radio's drown me out You won't change slamming doors Temper, temper that tongue of yours drown me out I've told
(Welcome to Bimbos, may I take your order) Yeah, can I have a big bimbo box meal, hold the bimbo sauce Two super sized freaky fries and a make me shiver
...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. To return with the wisdom of the kings... Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.) Let the fallen hear
Thrill of fear Flash of cruelty Was what I sensed Of the signs you were sending Lives as one But seperated Who'll drow the lines Who tells when it's
I just pulled onto the highway in my little foreign car Well it's rainin' and the road is really bad Never saw that big ole diesel but I heard him hit
At least come join me Within the belly of the big blue beast. Set assail, catch a breeze, And come on Don't forget to fill your suitcase. Now watch it
In fear flown in your vein In your soul Lie in a bed of bloody genocide In fear of seeing the end? Mourning the end? Lie in a bed of bloody genocide (
I'm cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hands Feels like a little baby bird, fallen from the nest I think that your body is something I understand
Take me in the temple of the evening sun Coming from there where's no life's remained Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics By the name of
Schwere Schritte rumpelnd rollen die Karawanen Tiefer in den Wald wir platten die Platanen keiner wei? wieso wohin doch alle ahnen Hinter jeder Kurve
?Cause I don't wanna be like this I've been runnin? these streets for too long now I've got nothin? that?s true but this song now But the further I go
In a time of need only few can see what's wrong, millions tend to crawl But only those who choose can make it through this all Only few can sing like
Undead, Undead Undead, Undead Undead, you better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so we fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think
