Lighthouse - ZOINKS Lyrics

Egad my man
I planned on fanning champion rags
But when I stepped into the ring
I was slapped clapped and
Flapped my ass on the burnt rubber mat
Evoke a poke my mouth is a tire spoke
Enraptured by a serious matter
Standing atop a master plan
I slip off wool socks and
Engulf the mountain with the smoke machine I
Dusted off this morning

Sickness by running bleakness
Weaknesses pinned down with
Thumbtacks on my message board of directors meeting weekly
Paycheck for sugar on your melting strawberry ice cream
Summer so bland

(Summer so bland)

A moment of clarity
A sudden raging rarity
Catch your eyes sunshine!
Road block spider web city streets treat
Tourists like they're blockheads
Wearing concrete t shirts
Heavy meaning till the trends dead
Take a measure

Proof like a vodka fifth
Pick it out like pocket lint
Lend a hand pretending to have a stance on it
Tripped
Tumble down grassy knolls
Kneeling before the end of solstice goals
Solar eclipse madness pocket racket
Dripping faucet while rolling molly sprocket
Rocket downhill into window sill guardians
Ringing bell tone satellite dish trance dancing
Call it moonlight and stare for hours

(Call it moonlight and stare for hours)
(Call it moonlight)
(Summer so bland)