| Eve said it was over
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| It was time to call it quits
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| We were on the tail end of a 3 day blitz
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| Broken bottles in the garden a paradise lost
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| Dad came around and he changed all the locks
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| Now I’m crashing on the couch, eating out of tins
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| Ain’t nothin' original about my sins
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| The neighbours give me looks but I get no regards
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| No dinner invitations, no «Get Well» cards
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| Whooooah
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| Like a tattooed snake on a tan line
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| Like a footprint on a land mine
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| Get the feeling that we went and made an awful mistake
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| I get a sickness in my belly that I just can’t shake
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| A happy hour coffin, a payday nail
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| I’m like Jonah in the belly of a small town whale
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| Gotta get me out before it’s too late to pray
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| Gotta ride on tall now to four bay (?)
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| Whooooah
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| Went looking for enlightenment in Vietnam
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| It’s just the same snank bourbon in a different can
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| And all the books and the smoke that they got up in Rome
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| It’s just the same horse shit that we got back at home
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| So you can sing your heels off about your magical friend
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| It’s just a sick, sick moneymaking game in the end
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| Everyone’s bowin'(prayin'?/bent?/bendin'?) down on their knees
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| To someone in the sky that they’re trying to please
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| Not me whoooah
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| I’m moving out of Eden
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| I’m moving out of eden
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| Whoooah
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| Hey I’m movin' out
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| Whoooah
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| There’s no coming back
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| Yeaaahhhhehehe
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| Out out out
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| I’m moving out of eden
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| Ooohh I’m moving out of eden
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| Oouu Moving out of eden |