Flowers in the Sand - The Atomic Fireballs

Let’s whack that stoolie and

Crown me as a king

We’ve wasted so much time

Morning changes everything

Don’t look in the shower

Don’t look for the kids

Every morning paper will know

Exactly what you did

And all that guilt

Will make you wilt

Like a flower stuck in sand

The backroom boys are praying

While you’re asleep

Every tie that binds was born

Right here on the street

If you want to be there when

The plans are laid

Use twenty dollars for

A haircut and a shave

And all that guilt

Will make you wilt

Like a flower stuck in sand

Say how ya doin' baby

I ain’t got much time

This is how the story ends

When you drop a dime

The sweat on my forehead

The cramps and the pain

What the hell was I thinking

This liefestyle’s insane

And all that guilt

Will make you wilt

Like a flower stuck in sand

With every drink

The glass is clean

And all that guilt

Will make you wilt

Like a flower stuck in sand

Like a flower

Like a flower

Like a flower

Like a flower stuck in sand!