Coconut Skins (Cover)

My place has white stucco
And it’s tiny
Enough for me to drown my words 
Over myself
Over myself
And I’m thinking on moving in 

Real soon,
That’d be where I live, 
Real soon,
That’s where I want it
Real soon,
That’d be where I live,
Real soon, 
That’s where I want it

In the hills 
Or the cerrado
Or some wallow where I could drown
Over myself 
All over myself
In the thicker kind of dirt 

And I could ruin 
My lungs with cigars
I’d cough in my bed,
And hang my toes and
Hang my head down
All over myself
And over my stove
All over myself
All over myself
All over my

Real soon,
That’d be where I live, 
Real soon,
That’s how I want it
Real soon,
That’d be how I live
Real soon,
That’s where I want a
Real home
Is where the heart hangs
I know
I’d let my heart hang
Real soon
What’s going on here?
Real soon
I wanna move

What's Going On Here?

EXPLICIT
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Give me the peyote, I had another dream
I want peyote, I want another dream
Slap on the forty, i can afford it man
We can play Edward ‘til I'm too fucked up to drink

And cut off your toes, take out your eyes
Give me all your body, especially the thighs now
We can make love
We can have fun
We can get lost and give each other tongue
I could sleep in the field
You could sleep with the pigs
Or we could go in the farmhouse
And fuck all of this

You, close the indian shutters
I, I get a shiver
And we, we don't have to let any arrows in

Like pick up your stuff and pluck all my feathers
Shave my own head, 
try to keep it all together
Or we could get crunked 
Like you don’t know what
You don’t know what
Nah, you don’t know what

And cut off your toes, take out your eyes
Give me all your body, especially the thighs now
We can make love
We can have fun
We can get lost and give each other tongue
I could sleep in the field
You could sleep with the pigs
Or we could go in the farmhouse
And fuck all of this

Like Oh, Oh ou oh ou oh 
like you don’t know what but fuck all of this
(Repeat)

You, close the indian shutters
I, I’m so cold I could get a shiver
And we, we don't have to let any arrows in

Give me the peyote
Give me another dream
I want the peyote
I want another dream
C’mon man you owe me
What does that face mean?
Where are you going?
I just want peyote

You, open the indian shutters
I, I’m gonna welcome all this shit in
And we, we just want to live and let live
Oh we, we just want to live and let live

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