Текст песни Rockin' Chair In The Country

Wake up son we've got to go Throw on some clothes we've gotta go Take this foreign car and drive four hundred miles just down the road I'll see ya' in a bout a week We'll take a silver lincoln to the beach to frolic in the sand and sun But don't forget discrete We're laying low from this heat They don't need a better impression to make their heads play Infatuation games curiousity with lives of strangers Vacation hide out paranoid Intimidating concscoius droid Dpend to many wasted energies afraid to go back home I wonder if the news is true Don't quite wanna fall into the same adjusted sick mentality of always on the run When I'm not quite done here Going back to small town reality in the morning Carefree secret story and rockin' chair in the country