Deadlier than gravity
Softer than a field of buckwheat
Crawling up a blue ridge
Drifting on the breeze
Once down by the seaside
Another just walks out the door
The last sticks in with hooks
CHORUS:
And the further I go
The more it rips
The more I lose
The further I go
The more it rips
The more I lose
The further I go, the further I go
The further I go
No point dwelling on hell,
So lets try something else!
Once down by the seaside,
Another just walks out the door
The last sticks in with hooks
CHORUS
