Get on
You say it's time to be honest
This fucking line about love
This line trying to keep
To get the world together now
I wish that I could sing
About the pigeons
And the rain that's falling down
Her body moves so beautiful
About to share it
But kiddo I cannot
Get on
Could you stitch time
To say that there's nothing
To worry about
There's no monsters left
On the internet
On the radio
On the internet
On the radio
We got the money
We don't worry
We got the money
We don't worry
We got the money
We don't worry
We got the money
We don't worry
We got the money
We don't worry
We got the money
We don't worry
We got the money
We got the money
We got the money
We don't worry
I wish that I could sing
About the pigeons
And the rain that's falling down
Her body moves so beautiful
About to share it
But kiddo I cannot
I wish that I could sing
About the pigeons
And the rain that's falling down
Her body moves so beautiful
About to share it
But kiddo I cannot