3:00 AM..
Staring at the walls.... wanting to scream
Oh no, no, no
Should I get up, sit down, go back to sleep
Everything I touch turns to shit, can’t live with this
Got to put you down, go on and get on with this
Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea
Got to get back, come back Arcadian Fields
Little Danny spins dances on the TV
Oh no, no ,no.
All my family and friends, wonder what’s up, wrong with me
When I walk down the street cameras capture my soul
Oh no. no. no
Every woman I meet, has a price tag on their hole
Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea
Got to get back, come back Arcadian Fields
Paparazzi they feed off of dead children’s souls
Oh no, no, no
Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea
While little Timmy smiles, masturbates on their souls
Got to get back, come back Arcadian Fields
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Revised:
03/05/07
03/05/2007 09:29 AM -0500