Electric coursing up my legs
Tonight the natives are restless And huts are glowing like lanterns There's a feeling sweeping through the homeland Blessed be the potato enchanter Storm the gates, it's a shindig on stilts The juice of your veins is my warpaint of choice The party plant can never wilt
Watch the circle of jewels fluxuate And blossom into a full spectrum Cut the string
I'll party with Jesus and Satan In the middle of Buddha's basement As soon as the check bounces I'll be up and on my way Electric coursing up my legs Putting my face to the floor in Tuscany The way you're raised doesn't always stick around to stay The way you're raised doesn't always stick around to stay Putting my face to the floor in Tuscany Putting my face to the floor in Tuscany
I've got the heart of a sailor And the mouth of a fucking sailor
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