Peace and love — a phoney kind of blubber
My instincts tell me to crash
You’ve got salt emissions and you know how to use them
I somehow think this won’t last
So I’m moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I’m moving south
Where the head unloads
You’ve got a reason
Some funky little demons
Telling me that life is a gas
You’re a deconstruction a euphemism nothing
Motown gives it a blast
So I’m moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I’m going south
Where the head unloads
Called my brother — he said I need a lawyer
And my life is sinking at best
Called my brother — he said I’ve just become
A moaner who lives in the past
You’ve got a vision
Some funky little 'isms
Telling me that life is a gas
Your misconception is a pitiful expression
It’s something I’ll never possess
So I’m moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I’m moving south
Where the head unloads
Peace and love — a phoney kind of blubber
My instincts tell me to crash
You’ve got salt emissions and you know how to use them
I somesow think this won’t last
So I’m moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I’m moving south
Where the head unloads