Letra de Head South

A surf rock man from the land of plenty Surf rock mess with no surf but pine trees Struck by being ashamed of your old space Just wanting that mean heat You bleached your hair And you pawned your skis And then you sold out for the Shade of the palm tree scene And said, "Of what a drag! Oh what a backwards scheme, Cuz here things go from grey To grey and back to grey again And they get green and go to grey And back to grey again" So he said," Head south!" [x12] Struck by being ashamed of your old space Just wanting that (meat?) You bleached your hair And you pawned your skis And then you sold out for the Shape of the palm tree scene Surrounded, cut off jeans And cut off jeans and cut off Jeans are what you mean When you say, "Head south!" [x12]