Packin all our bags,
We're gonna rob New York City
They'll never know what hit em
But damn you're looking pretty
Fine to me
Moving all our shit
We're heading down the west coast
With the boy, I love the most
Tucked inside my arm
And I know this big bad world won't do us no harm,
And it won't be long,
Till we're playing our song,
On a ukulele built for
Two
I love you
And when this is over and through,
we'll go back to where we belong.
This life isn't fair,
But we never really seemed to care.
I've still got the scent of your hair,
And pictures of our matching tattoos
Waiting on the train,
To go to south Seattle
It's gonna be a battle,
When we have to tell our folks
And leaving's one thing,
That often comes with loving.
You find yourself running,
From the places you called home.
And I know this big bad world won't do us no harm,
And it won't be long,
Till we're playing our song,
On a ukulele built for
Two
I love you
And when this is over and through,
we'll go back to where we belong.
This life isn't fair,
But we never really seemed to care.
I've still got the scent of your hair,
And pictures of our matching tattoos
Noisy, unsettling experimental pop in turns touching and political. From now until 3/5, 50% of proceeds go to Planned Parenthood/ACLU. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2017