Chug

Glutenous news feed, I’m so full from
Scrolling through life watching highlights all week
Comfy sardine, it’s time to get out and see the planet I’m from
Not the one I’m on

Day trippin’, Avon bound
I forget the world
When we’re bare-foot hikers on a mission for grub
Picking portobello feeds
Making sure we squeeze the tops
And see that purple come out
I thought: Oh no, my head’s about to roll

Stone skipping, off again
Anywhere that alters my views on bureaucracy
We were asking for Plato
But instead we received a liability in Speedos
And I thought: Oh, there’s a purple one, rish pick it

I’m saying come with us
For feeds down Balingup, to Myrtle Forest
Anywhere, we’re frying up some love
‘Cause life’s too short to give a (Broadcast) Radio Friendly

Brain flipping, executives, expedition to
The wildly prescribed entertainment
Courtesy of Dr. Noggin-Floggin and his Cosmic Toothbrush
I was absolutely realmed until I had a Yeah-Nah
With the factory upstairs an they thought
Oh no, my head’s about to roll

Come with us, for feeds down Balingup, to Myrtle Forest
Anywhere, we’re frying up some love
‘Cause time’s exploding out my eyes