shoot me and I'll drink you into the shade I'll shrink you

finally we're done and stare up into the

Sky, flat on our backs we lie in quicksand slowly my hand

flies up and away with the yellow bird driven by



Wind, I think I'll come to sin with all this heaty windy skin

around my neck and what glory the sand in my pants reminds me of Doreen

Sand, we cannot fight getting tanned

all the limits banned into the nightflight's right no fight

there goes the sun into the the nightlife Yeah



Whang I sing while the others swing

like a beam of light through a bottle

Souzie swings her phoney rings



Time, bugs crawling up our spine and the memory is mine

I'm a grain of sand in your hand so hand me mine yeah

that would be fine

Heat, I kiss the blisters on your feet a lizard's eye I great

I'm afraid there's no aid 'til we get laid

into the nightlife time's right no flight



Whang I sing while the others swing

like a beam of light through a bottle

Souzie swings her phoney rings



I think I'll come to sin with all that heaty windy skin

around my neck and what glory the sand in my pants

reminds me of Doreen, mocking photography

shocking in the sand with me. Sand in my pants.