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Not to be confused with the UK's 3 track Lottery Winners On Acid single from 2002, this 5 track EP was released in the United States on October 5th 2004 by Double Dragon Music and distributed by WEA. It's the first Crimea release since they signed a world wide distribution deal with Warners and was promoted in the states by a small tour, Morning Becomes Eclectic radio session and various LWOA EP release posters.
| CD Tracklisting: WHITE RUSSIAN GALAXY LOTTERY WINNERS ON ACID BABY BOOM BOMBAY SAPPHIRE COMA OPPOSITE ENDS |
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Straight out of high school
And into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan
who might be dad.
You kick like a mule
Short of an oscar
And screaming blue murder
at newly weds.
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
You talk like a fish
In nonsensical bubbles
Then blow the word bitch
through your smoke ring.
You cause only trouble
And bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship
and stop bleeding.
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Won't you tell me why
do you never sing in church on Sunday
Why won't you ever go all the way.
You're floating towards heavenly hell
Hanging from the rafters
like a church bell.
You're light years away from reality
Lonely
and lost in a White Russian Galaxy
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
If she get a black eye
I want a black eye
If she get a splinter
I want a splinter too
If she get arrested
I want arrested
If she go tripping,
I go falling over
We walk through the streets like
lottery winners on acid
Everything she say,
I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like
lottery winners on acid
Everything she say,
I was thinking anyway
If she like Gordon's
I like Gordon's
If she like the black stuff
I like the black stuff too
If she get a disease
I want a disease
If she go tripping
I go falling over
We walk through the streets like
lottery winners on acid
Everything she say,
I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like
lottery winners on acid
Everything she say,
I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like
lottery winners on acid
Everything she say,
I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like
lottery winners on acid
Everything she say,
I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like
lottery winners on acid
Everything she say,
I was thinking anyway
We're just a bunch of buffalo
Getting slautered
We're all red indians
We love firewater
We're just a bunch of buffalo
Getting slautered
We're all red indians
We love firewater
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan, King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric, pumpkin,
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
in getting drunk and trying to start a Baby Boom.
We're just a bunch of buffalo
Getting slautered
We're all red indians
We love firewater
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan, King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric, pumpkin,
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
in getting drunk and trying to start a Baby Boom.
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan, King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric, pumpkin,
At your place this afternoon
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan, King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric, pumpkin,
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
in getting drunk and trying to start a Baby Boom.
No one said it's gonna be easy, darling
It won't get better
No one said it's gonna be fun
It won't get better
Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
in a Bombay Sapphire coma
Been several shades of broken
ever since I disowned her
I wanted to be with my woman
in a a sensimilia haze
I wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
and start the happy days
I was just a has-been,
gone there and done that,
got the t-shirt
She laughed when I told her I was seriously hurt
She said, don't want your money,
pain comes free,
You hooked up with pain
when you hooked up with me
Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
utopia granted my wish
But when I looked under the blanket
I saw the legs of a fish
I wanted to be with my woman
in a a sensimilia haze
I wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
and start the happy days
I was just a has-been,
gone there and done that,
got the t-shirt
She laughed when I told her I was seriously hurt
She said, don't want your money,
pain comes free,
You hooked up with pain
when you hooked up with me
She said, don't want your money,
pain comes free,
You hooked up with pain
when you hooked up with me
Don't want your money,
pain comes free,
You hooked up with pain
when you hooked up with me
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Isobelle...
Done something real bad this time
Practically signed my own death warrent
I was sweating like a virgin on death row
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub
Neither overjoyed to be out of love
Takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day
And I was the black cloud
She was the bright day
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Feel, feel, feel...
You and I
and not the screaming animals
with yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration
of the battle last night
When we wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends
Wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends
Isobelle...
You look so good
I want to see hundreds and thousands of you
Crawling through the dirt
like a crusade of half-dead blue bottles
Our brains leave their sculls
Walk the tightrope of our rabbit in the headlight stares
Melting together like pink and white marshmallows
Yes I was a fool
and yes you are a fool
But who can name a penny
that has not been in the pocket
of a fool
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Feel, feel, feel...
You and I
and not the screaming animals
with yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration
of the battle last night
When we wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends
Wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends
Wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends
Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Feel, feel, feel...