It's nothing serious, just a simple case of bottles, I left behind It's nothing serious, just a wooden case of bottles, I left behind It'll go away someday, well alright It'll go away somehow, come on do your thing
It's nothing dangerous, just a solid block of concrete, I left behind It's nothing dangerous, just a solid block of action, I left behind It'll go away someday, well alright It'll go away somehow, come on do your thing
Peace on earth, God in heaven, peace on earth
Living in heat, memory melting in pools of dirt The genetic plaything is eating what I left behind It'll go away someday
Walking in the streets of pnom penh, giving me dangerous feelings and then Seeing those bottles in motion again, cruising in cocktails