The Wolfgang Press

Going South

The Wolfgang Press


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