Three Mile Pilot Slow Hand Lyrics

Sheep's peaches always turn up ripe what I'd give to kill the whole herd

I never realized what it was we had to (find/fight)
Then it all came around came crashing into the ground -
So I look it straight in the eye
See my hand through the other side
To shove shove shove
Shove it into the ground
There'll be a time when I'll be around again
There'll be a time when I'll be around again
I'll be around
Running time - spitting tunnels - roll me a smoke home suckers on the couch
Roll me up the hill into the ground

Release the mush strand by strand
My slow hand
My slow hand
Singed my brow trying to hide from my godhead My godhead
My godhead
This tower of leisure is a bloody holiday
A bloody holiday
So the bastard pleads to a breath and says
Release the vein - there'll be a time when I'll be around again
Slow motion weasel teases my stomach
I need a helmet to smash my pain
It'll come once again heavy hand will crush the earth at horns day inn

Release the mush strand by strand my slow hand
Should the monkey choose to swing
I'm sure it would thump me on my godhead
Should the same old thing come around
I'm sure the feathered tongue will be the one to lick the weasel's leg