Straw Hats - Bodi Bill

Cover bands cover up lives with ears flipping over

With elephant ears boiling in a tin pot

That poisening has to end somewhere on my way to the ocean

On my way to the gold mine

Shifting moods go by like summer old fashion

Some are old fashioned

A hasty heart attack, that wish to leave no goddamn goodbyes behind

We go past doors closed from the inside

Past men wearing beautiful straw hats, there must be something

To all that