I wish I was a pigeon
Slipping through the heaven's
Like a 747
Everyone left down belowLocked in a house of my invention
Learning the don't of fire prevention
If I roast marshmallows over their bodies
Do you think god will still find their souls?Just want to be like we used to
Under the influence
Just want to see like we used to
Under the influence
Under the influenceI dreamed I was a white tip
Slipping through the pacific
My heart for a shipwreck
And your legs left down belowSome things they come
All things they go
There ain't nothing like exploding
if you've got something to explode
SomethingJust want to be like we used to
Under the influence
Just want to see like we used to
Under the influence
Under the influenceJust want to be like we used to
Under the influence
Just want to see like we used to
Under the influenceUnder the in... (oh oh)
Under the in... (oh oh)
(oh)
Songwriters
GOOD, MATTHEW/GENN, DAVE/BROWNE, IAN/PRISKE, RICHPublished by
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