Charles Gibbs Words and Music Chris Foster Copyright May 3rd 2003 Terror on the high seas wrought by Charles Gibbs Brandishing his sword in pirate
to protect me Until we're both a couple of goners, that's the way it's gonna be Brother, don't let anyone tell you what to do Hey Charlie, well this
I don't know if things are getting clearer They're got wipers cleaning toothpaste off the mirrors I left me cell phone back at home baby Look me in the
Walked into the party and all I hear is kick drum Take a couple down, now I am feeling like the devil's son Well all I want to do, is creep up next to
We took a trip up to wolf mountain And the wishes that we had were pennies from a fountain And flowers that were pink turning white We talked to trees