Crash into the Sun

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Jim White

Michael Davis Pratt (born March 10, 1957) known professionally as Jim White, is a Southern American singer-songwriter and guitarist. White's music can be loosely described as alternative country, but veers off in different, sometimes experimental directions with occasional nods[citation needed] to Tom Waits and the literary narratives of Flannery O'Connor, Cormac McCarthy, and Harry Crews. more »

Year:

2007

4:26

23 Views

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When too much beauty numbs the mind
When what you see ain't what you get
When digging deeper what you find
Is skeletons best left behind

We go crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting
'Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds?'

And when the monkey see what the monkey do
Some fool's checking out the chump in you
They got magic hoops for jumping through
You let some space case say false is true

We go crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting
'Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds?'
Do you blow minds?"

The further you go the deeper it gets
With so much to remember, it's fun to forget
Surrender your mind to life's sweet blindfold
Hey, don't think twice just do as you're told

Go on and crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down and the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down

We go crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting
'Hoo, who do you know, hoo, who do you know?'
Hoo, who do you know?"

And do you, and do you, and do you, and do you, and do you
And do you, and do you, do you blow minds?
Just ask him, do you blow minds?
You gotta blow minds, can you blow minds?
You're wasting my time

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