Scout Niblett f..ck Treasure Island
Do you flex the strips on thee own orange?
Do you bump the chest for the sweet danger?
oh sweet danger
And I thank 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 f..ck treasure island,
oh f..ck treasure island.
My smile's as white as the bay
Did you see, didn't I?
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)
