Two Years - The Arrivals

We got two more solid years

Before the bottom drops out

And the slate has been wiped clear

The craft girls will make it through

They’re gonna know just what to do

The Mayan phantoms spoke!

It just seems like that when even your old man’s broke

You know he’ll make it through

So how bout you?

Wrapped in a shroud that sucks out loud

What a shame

Waking up and rinsing off the night in acid rain

Again and again and again

We got two more years of bliss

Before we lose our legs in a final cleansing piss!

There’s a book on what to do

And here comes part two

Through this precious joke

We’ll laugh ourselves to sleep in clouds of smoke

And talk of what we knew

When it don’t come true

Wrapped in a shroud that sucks out loud

What a shame

Waking up and rinsing off the night in acid rain

Again and again and again

Again and again and again

Again and again and again