The Wolfgang Press - Going South lyrics

Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber My instincts tell me to crash You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them I somesow think this won't last So I'm moving south To the great unknown Yeah I'm moving south Where the head unloads You've got a reason Some funky little demons Telling me that life is a gas You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing Motown gives it a blast So I'm moving south To the great unknown Yeah I'm going south Where the head unloads Called my brother - he said I need a lawyer And my life is sinking at best Called my brother - he said I've just become A moaner who lives in the past You've got a vision Some funky little 'isms Telling me that life is a gas Your misconception is a pitiful expression It's something I'll never possess So I'm moving south To the great unknown Yeah I'm moving south Where the head unloads Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber My instincts tell me to crash You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them I somesow think this won't last So I'm moving south To the great unknown Yeah I'm moving south Where the head unloads (Allen, Gray, Cox) Ba**: Dave Curtis. Percussion Programming: Robin Brown, Drostan Madden, Apollo 440. Dobro Guitar: Noko. Backing Vocals: Claudia Fontaine. Engineered: Drostan Madden, Andy Kowalski.