Tastes Like Funk Lyrics - Singles - I Set The Sea On Fire

I'm gonna sing my blues 

To the rattle of the sidewinder 

Sing it to insomniac kids 

And set their heads on fire 

So turn the gain way higher 

It'll help you find your blue skies sunny eyes While the whole street sleeps, 

You & I 

Get blazed, Get blazed 

And we raise a glass for the end of days 

Could have been anything, 

could have been a saint 

In the end we all die just the same 

When Im dead, Dead and I'm done 

All I wanna say is that it was fun 

Cos I aint no hippy and I aint no punk 

But I love that taste 

Cos it tastes like funk 

Let their be peace on mother earth 

God will save the queen 

Then we'll move it to the promise land 

In the back of a blacked out limosine 

Do it for you grey lung martyrs 

Do it for your twisted spine fathers 

Do it for your haha heroics 

Of the unsung poet 

Get blazed, Get blazed 

And we raise a glass for the end of days 

Could have been anything, 

could have been a saint 

In the end we all die just the same 

When Im dead, Dead and I'm done 

All I wanna say is that it was fun 

Cos I aint no hippy and I aint no punk 

But I love that taste 

Cos it tastes like funk 

Instrumental 

Get blazed, Get blazed 

And we raise a glass for the end of days 

Could have been anything, 

could have been a saint 

In the end we all die just the same 

When Im dead, Dead and I'm done 

All I wanna say is that it was fun 

Cos I aint no hippy and I aint no punk 

But I love that taste 

Cos it tastes like funk 

Get blazed, Get blazed 

And we raise a glass for the end of days 

Could have been anything, 

could have been a saint 

In the end we all die just the same 

When Im dead, Dead and I'm done 

All I wanna say is that it was fun 

Cos I aint no hippy and I aint no punk 

But I love that taste 

Cos it tastes like funk