Lyrics Ritual #1 - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

Ritual #1

There she goes
Being chased down the road
To ruin her virginity in her hands
Of every bird’s broke her cocoon
About to cry
Underneath butterfly skies
Knock her with the most weather
Pasefy along the stream
Trying to be part of a crowd
Dream of holding hands
A pegasus in their lap (A midget sits in their lap?)
About to cry
Underneath butterfly skies
There she goes
Being chased down the road
To ruin her virginity in her hands
Of every bird’s broke her cocoon
About to cry
Underneath butterfly skies