
Date of issue: 07.02.2013
Song language: English
Incense and Peppermints |
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind. |
Dead kings, many things I can’t define. |
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind. |
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme. |
Who cares what games we choose? |
Little to win, but nothing to lose. |
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns. |
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around. |
Look at yourself, look at yourself, |
Yeah, yeah. |
Look at yourself, look at yourself, |
Yeah, yeah, |
Yeah, yeah. |
To divide the cockeyed world in two. |
Throw your pride to one side, It’s the least you can do. |
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new. |
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view. |
Who cares what games we choose? |
Little to win, but nothing to lose. |
Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind. |
Dead kings and many things I can’t define. |
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind. |
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme. |
Who cares what games we choose? |
Little to win, but nothing to lose. |
Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints. |
Sha-la-la, sha-la-la… |