The Wolfgang Press - Going South

Peace and love
A phoney kind of blubber
My instincts tell me to crash
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them
I somesow think this won't last

So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads

You've got a reason
Some funky little demons
Telling me that life is a gas
You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing
Motown gives it a blast

So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm going south
Where the head unloads

Called my brother
He said I need a lawyer
And my life is sinking at best
Called my brother
He said I've just become
A moaner who lives in the past
You've got a vision
Some funky little 'isms
Telling me that life is a gas
Your misconception is a pitiful expression
It's something I'll never possess

So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads

Peace and love
A phoney kind of blubber
My instincts tell me to crash
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them
I somesow think this won't last

So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads