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
