The Wolfgang Press
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[Verse 1]
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 somehow think this won't last
[Chorus]
So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus 2]
So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm going south
Where the head unloads
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads