beulah
i love john, she loves paul
Hardcore and feeling retro It feels so faux, it feels so hollow Not better than the first time But better than the last We're feeling sentimental Hey, oh, lets go  Mainstream strikes a pose and Infects the scene It seems so unclean Viva mexi-Japa... To get right back to your ha ha  Words last Like these songs Lodged in our heads So long, so long, yeah So long, so long, so long  Blast off corner new worlds And say hands off This is our band Overdrive is slippin' And so is our grip We're feeling sentimental Hey, oh, lets go  Save us We'll come and go like reunion tours stuck in ruins Islands in the desert we'll sink But all we have to do is sit and wait And words last Like these songs They're lodged in our heads So long, so long, yeah So long, so long, so long