Buttercups - Cajun Dance Party

Looking for the buttercups, and I won’t say too much

And then it comes a new disease and I won’t let it grow

But how many roads have you used for gold?

Another race, another speed, so don’t hold back

Sixteen little seconds, and you won’t stop running round the track

Forgive me because I can’t leave

Oh uh oh, where do we go?

And how long will it take to slow?

Before we slide

Butterflies and picklebums, and I really couldn’t give a fuck

Am I close to treatment, or can I now go out in the rain?

Who will see with me, that we’ll never ever leave this pool?

Oh uh oh, where do we go?

And how long will it take to slow?

Before we slide

I have to say, that it’s not too late

I have to say, you can never help out too late

I must explain, that it’s all sober now

Choked water is now all squirting out

Pile it up and sit on it next week

Because we all live our lives together;

in the bleak