Come to Sin - Bananafishbones

All our dreams are dreams of fun

Handing out the watergun

Shoot me and I’ll drink you

Into the shade I’ll shrink you

Finally we’re done and stare up into the sky

Flat on our backs we lie in quicksand

Slowly my hand flies up and away

With the yellow bird driven by

Wind —

I think I’ll come to sin

With all this heaty windy skin

Around my neck

And what glory the sand in my pants

Reminds me of Doreen

Sand —

We cannot fight getting tanned

All the limits banned

Into the nightflight time’s right, no fight

There goes the sun into the the nightlife, yeah

Whang I sing while the others swing

Like a beam of light through a bottle

Suzie swings her phoney rings

Whang I sing while the others swing

Like a beam of light through a bottle

Suzie swings her phoney rings

Time —

Bugs crawling up our spine

And the memory is mine

I’m a grain of sand in your hand

So hand me mine

Yeah that would be fine

Heat —

I kiss the blisters on your feet

A lizard’s eye I greet

I’m afraid there’s no aid till we get laid

Into the nightlife time’s right no flight

Whang I sing while the others swing

Like a beam of light through a bottle

Suzie swings her phoney rings

Whang I sing while the others swing

Like a beam of light through a bottle

Suzie swings her phoney rings

Whang I sing while the others swing

Like a beam of light through a bottle

I think I’ll come to sin

With all that heaty windy skin

Around my neck

Reminds me of Doreen, mocking photography

Shocking in the sand with me

Sand in my pants

Sand in my pants

Sand in my

Whang I sing while the others swing

Like a beam of light through a bottle

Suzie swings her phoney rings

Whang I sing while the others swing

Like a beam of light through a bottle

Suzie swings her phoney rings

I think I’ll come to sin

With all that heaty windy skin

Around my neck

Reminds me of Doreen, mocking photography

Shocking in the sand with me

Sand in my pants

Sand in my pants

Sand in my pants

Whang I sing while the others swing

Like a beam of light through a bottle

Suzie swings her phoney rings

Whang I sing while the others swing

Like a beam of light through a bottle

Suzie swings her phoney rings