Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
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Scout Niblett
Do you flex the strips of neon orange?
Do you bump the chest for the sweet danger?
Oh sweet danger
And I think that she has no care
If shes burned in the final flare
And they say she is scorched
And dancing with longing
And she sings back to life
And it's louder than the kick drum
And it's louder than the snare
And it's louder than the toms that sit beside of her
Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)
Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
And we drove across the bridge
And we missed the exit
For treasure island
But I was so excited
Just to be in your car
Oh, fuck treasure island
Oh, fuck treasure island
My smile's as wide as the bay
Did you see it didn't die
For hours and hours and hours
I was alive that day
Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)
Fuck Treasure Island was produced by Steve Albini.