Timbuktu

Pack up with what's worthy

Lock it up in the car

Don't be surprised if i drive too far

Speak now and we're followed

while the weakest react

The nose on the siren is right on our tracks

A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury

Not as common as leisure years

Not as modern as much too late

I sailed through the catapults

between april and may

He quoted his price & that's what he'll pay

He spread thick like a heathen

The clouds buried the chalk

While the suit on our throat 'till our engine stops

A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury

Not as common as leisure years

Not as modern as much too late

Pearls & oysters every each turn

Grow the lilac near the grubworm

Push the button closest to him

Give me glue so i can stick to plan

Pearls & oysters every each turn

Grow the lilac near the grubworm

Push the button closest to him

Give me glue so i can stick to plan

I can stick to plan

But instead