Give Me A Tropical Contact High - Colossal

Last night I asked him to break the news gently

As bodies drifted away, evidently

If you can’t walk away, in the surf you’ll stay

Write this down

If they insist you move faster

An abacus can assess the disaster

Margins that full are just obstacles

But now we can’t stay underground where we’d been

The salt air, the silt breeze, we’re the ones who stayed free from disease

Last night I asked him to break the news gently

I’ve cut corners for one quarter-century

If you can’t walk away, in the surf you’ll stay

Now we can’t stay underground where we’ve been

The salt air, the silt breeze

We’re the ones who stayed free

Now we can’t stay underground where we’ve been

The salt air, the silt breeze

We’re the ones who stayed free from disease