Текст песни Rumspringa - Live - Jocelyn Mackenzie

In a small boat on the overtone
I'm getting along with the rumspringa
Truncate the rest of your swole

I hydrate when I'm getting laid
I'm giddying up with a gunslinger –
These Newports aren't smoking themselves

Guess I need an exodus once in awhile
To remind me of the act I'm tessering
Guess I need my tenderness once in awhile
To remind me of my bedside manner

Misfits with baited clicks
No cuddly rest for the wicked
In search of something gleaming they want

But do they want it
Or do they just think they want it?
Heaven forbid pleasure's an alien haunt

Guess I need an exorcist once in awhile
To remind me of the act I'm severing
Guess I need a sacristan once in awhile
To evoke the rite of easy passage

Guess I am a small boat
Made of meat and teeth and bones gone rattling
But would I have billowed
Had I known, had I known?

In a small boat, on the
Getting along with the rumspringa

Guess I am a small boat
Made of meat and teeth and bones gone rattling
But would I have billowed
Had I known that I would not return come spring?