This place is quicksand Don't you ever come back I guess you knew What was good for you You got out before you sank This place is quicksand You look after yourself And you'll see soon I'll get out too Either there or somewhere else
This place is quicksand Don't you ever come back I guess you knew What was good for you You got out before you sank
Hey ho Tornado Joe Rip through me again I miss the mess in our old van I miss your bag of pens Hey ho Tornado Joe I propose a toast To you and me and rock and roll We gotta blow out towards the coast
There's so much I don't know About this far left coast But my short time here for sure has shown It ain't no Mecca No paradise The ocean's great And the weather's nice But isolation is everywhere You can't escape it by coming here Anxiety can hitch a ride on planes Loneliness travels from state to state All my stuff is in bags and crates Can't es-cape my bag-gage brains Oh
This place is quicksand Don't you ever come back I guess you knew What was good for you You got out before you sank This place is quicksand You look after yourself And you'll see soon I'll get out too Either there or somewhere else
Hey ho Tornado Joe Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Hey ho Tornado Joe Mm-mm-mm-mm-mmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
