I’m just sitting here pissed you fucked up my tv time
I was here at six o’clock on channel three I was just in time
I’m just sitting here pissed you fucked up my tv time
Santa Ana winds
It’s not my luck that I’m pressing
Santa ana winds
Not no fortune read blessing
I come home to a motorcycle in my kitchen
I start looking around I start noticing everybody itching
I come home to macaroni all over my floor
Santa Ana winds
Blown over now missing
Santa ana winds
Now it knows when you’re itching
Dinners at the front door
Dinners on the front lawn
Probably from the Santa Ana winds
Kind of love you can’t stand
Blows away with the Santa Ana wind
Very Machine bridges the idiosyncrasies of Yowie with those of Tangled Thoughts of Leaving in a brand new packaging.
Full review: https://wp.me/p3mIfa-nIH Can This Even Be Called Music?