Fountain of Good Fortune - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever

I see a problem I’m not willing to address

And I take pleasure in not wanting to impress

'Cause I’m drinking from the fountain of good fortune

And I see beauty in technology

And the simple sentiment of history

And it’s all too easy with the privilege

Of the fountain of good fortune

I’ve been washed, I’ve been anointed

I’ve eaten the body of the Lord

It’s from the fountain of good fortune

Springs dirty, cloudy water

That pollutes the mind of anyone around

Holding on to my own

Burn it down when I’m gone

Holding on to my own

Holding on

Holding on to my own

Burn it down when I’m gone

Holding on to my own

Holding on

Holding on to my own (Toes at the weir)

Burn it down when I’m gone (Back to them all)

Holding on to my own (Too loud a solitude)

Holding on

Holding on to my own (Toes at the weir)

Burn it down when I’m gone (Back to them all)

Holding on to my own (Too loud a solitude)

Holding on