Going South Lyrics - The Wolfgang Press

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 somehow 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 sms 

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 somehow think this won't last 

So I'm moving south 

To the great unknown 

Yeah I'm moving south 

Where the head unloads