3:00 AM..

Play Music

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

While little Timmy smiles, masturbates on their souls

Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea