Songtexte: Incubus. The Fungus Amungus. Sink Beneath The Line.
Solstice sun it sank beneath the line
And the commoners were drunken upon the hillside, yeah
Or so the story goes guess she followed along
So she could watch their games
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine
And the crawlers emerged multitudinous
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just poppin a squat
That's when she felt the squirms
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere
But instead she combed the outskirts lookin' inside
And then she sat upon a bughill
This was when things started to get rough
An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways
Right inside her 5 0 1 cut offs
And her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me that's right
They were biting her beneath the line
She was a sitting on atop their shrine
I wish I could've warned her
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine
She should've worn underpants
And the commoners were drunken upon the hillside, yeah
Or so the story goes guess she followed along
So she could watch their games
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine
And the crawlers emerged multitudinous
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just poppin a squat
That's when she felt the squirms
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere
But instead she combed the outskirts lookin' inside
And then she sat upon a bughill
This was when things started to get rough
An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways
Right inside her 5 0 1 cut offs
And her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me that's right
They were biting her beneath the line
She was a sitting on atop their shrine
I wish I could've warned her
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine
She should've worn underpants
Incubus