THE WOLFGANG PRESS - GOING SOUTH lyrics

Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber

My instincts tell me to crash

You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them

I somesow think this won't last

So I'm moving south

To the great unknown

Yeah I'm moving south

Where the head unloads

You've got a reason

Some funky little demons

Telling me that life is a gas

You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing

Motown gives it a blast

So I'm moving south

To the great unknown

Yeah I'm going south

Where the head unloads

Called my brother - he said I need a lawyer

And my life is sinking at best

Called my brother - he said I've just become

A moaner who lives in the past

You've got a vision

Some funky little 'isms

Telling me that life is a gas

Your misconception is a pitiful expression

It's something I'll never possess

So I'm moving south

To the great unknown

Yeah I'm moving south

Where the head unloads

Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber

My instincts tell me to crash

You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them

I somesow think this won't last

So I'm moving south

To the great unknown

Yeah I'm moving south

Where the head unloads

(Allen, Gray, Cox)

Bass: Dave Curtis.

Percussion Programming: Robin Brown, Drostan Madden, Apollo 440.

Dobro Guitar: Noko.

Backing Vocals: Claudia Fontaine.

Engineered: Drostan Madden, Andy Kowalski.