Boozemen Acoustic Jam - Move On | Текст песни

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• Boozemen Acoustic Jam
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Native place where I was born
Makes me really bored
Night-time dreams about sea-storm
That I can afford

I don’t need no suit case
I don’t need no carriage
I just want to leave this place
Full of shit and garbage

I wanna be free
Wild island’s warm and cozy
A coconut tree
Where you never get frozen

Come on, move on,
Let’s go!

Moving forward to the seaside
Asked an old-man skipper
Help me out or fucking die
I need to escape from here

After the second bottle of rum
Oldie took me on
But with the first terrible storm
All my courage was gone

I wanna be free…
I fuck that awful weather!
I wanna be…
Back home, right now!
Where I’m feeling better!

So I wonder what to waste
Diaper wearing lives?
Meaningless blue hair, bold heads
Represent our lies

Filling up on Jim and Coke-
Island’s is insane!
Do I get the cretin folk?
Or is this disdain?

I wanna be a clown
With Mr. Beam and Walker!
Bottles’re raining down!
Come on crazy pokers!