2B2 - Lambchop

Took the Christmas lights

Off the front porch

February 31st

A band mate was in New Orleans

My soul mate was on the coast

After all it takes for us

There are missionaries on a beachhead

On our television screen

And I swear it looks like England

Yeah, I think it’s England

And the dogs they bark at no one

And we do the best we can

I don’t want to go to sleep

When I’m hungry

I don’t want to wake up

When I’m stoned

Too

It was good to talk to you while we’re cooking

Sounds like we’re making the same thing

One man cooks with powder

The other cooks with stones