Mark Mulcahy - We're Not In Charleston Anymore текст песни

I'm going down into the valley,
The valley of you god,
Hope I don't find her,

I want to change my ways,
Changing my today's today,
So I'm putting on blinders,
Into the hurricane,
We're not in Charleston anymore,

She is well protected,
Guarded by the furies,
Hell hounds at her feet,
She's got a strange child two-headed baby,
One head speaks French one never eats,
Don't like me into a hurricane,
We're not in Charleston anymore more more,

I have a tormented temptress,
We're not in Charleston anymore,
We're not in Charleston anymore,

She is a firework,
Fourth of July,
Rocket to the moon,
Yes she's super straight,
She's got a great big bed,
Flying carpet to hell,
Head off the hurricane,
Into the hurricane,
We are not in Charleston anymore more more more,

I have a tormented temptress,
Tell her I'm not in Charleston anymore more,

Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more,
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more,
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more,
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more,
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more,
Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more,