Fuck Treasure Island - Scout Niblett

Do you flex the strips of neon orange?

Do you bump the chest for the sweet danger?

Oh sweet danger

And I think that she has no care

If shes burned in the final flare

And they say she is scorched

And dancing with longing

And she sings back to life

And it’s louder than the kick drum

And it’s louder than the snare

And it’s louder than the toms that sit beside of her

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh

And we drove across the bridge

And we missed the exit

For treasure island

But I was so excited

Just to be in your car

Oh, fuck treasure island

Oh, fuck treasure island

My smile’s as wide as the bay

Did you see it didn’t die

For hours and hours and hours

I was alive that day

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh

Whoa-ohh-oh-oh-oh-ohh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (haa-ah-ah-ahhm)