Garbage Island Lyrics - Singles - Sunny Pompeii

This old house is finally gonna melt 

My old friend to think of how you held us 

I didn't see the crows fly home today 

I guess they got caught up in the gears of the city scene 

'Cause everyone is part man part machine 

Trying to slow it all down but what's the use I'm just a guy with cement boots 

Let's pack up for Garbage Island™ babe 

The real estate, the longest summer days 

And faster than the sweetness says goodbye 

The nests were gone with nothing left behind 

And slower than the spider dries the fly 

I realized that I was 4 and 20 deep stuck choking on the bird pie 

We're starting up a business 

We're gonna call it christmas 

You better make a wishlist 

I'm on the way to Garbage Island™ babe 

And something's so fucked up but so, so great 

We all knew one day we would be done 

So come tune up your drum and brother get some