Volcano Choir - Dancepack lyrics

How many trees to the west of here. How many smokes left have you got. I wanna stand but I'm talking to a cop. There's piss on my boots, how'd you make it stop. Dance past looking for a crashed dance lot. I'm alone, up on the top of the pine. Let's people, and makes the pine. I be with an old lady, I'll be ridin her lie, Oh Smokin outside a copytail. I won't know when I fail. She's the liver of life, and no, they are not casual lost in the fog. We got one kind of trouble, it's a woman on a bed. Take note, there's still a hole in your heart. [x6] Love in sit, and you bait to talk. My young little soul, learning to walk. Close that weary door like the house on the weary street. sponsored links I finally go in the blind heights. I'm warm in the cold, that's corn rows. I finally go in blind heights. That's a cold toke, through the corn rows. Take note, there's still a hole in your heart. [x6]