Lyrics Iwrestledabearonce – Break It Down Camacho
Text:
We all want to feel like we have a purpose
We’re all just numbers in the end we’re time traveling
Turn the lights off
Turn the lights off, where do we go from here?
Winter comes round’ the bend
When you’re not plannin’ our escape
September is such a trend when the leaves fall red
We bow our heads to the dead, we bow our heads
A funeral for a good friend, to the dead
(un funerale per un buon amico, per i morte)
You still swim around in the sound,
The Long Island Sound
I can still see you swimming around
You’ll never let me drown
In the sound, you swim around
When the whistle blows, you know it’s time to go
When you’re not plannin’ our escape
September is such a trend when the leaves fall red
We bow our heads to the dead, we bow our heads
A funeral for a good friend, to the dead
(un funerale per un buon amico, per i morte)
You still swim around in the sound,
The Long Island Sound
I can still see you swimming around
You’ll never let me drown
In the sound, you swim around
When the whistle blows, you know it’s time to go
Album
Iwrestledabearonce – Iwrestledabearonce - Ruining It For Everybody
Iwrestledabearonce – Uprising
Iwrestledabearonce – Button It Up
Iwrestledabearonce – Karate Nipples
Iwrestledabearonce – I’m Gonna Shoot
Iwrestledabearonce – Stay To The Right
Iwrestledabearonce – Break It Down Camacho
Iwrestledabearonce – Gold Jacket, Green Jacket
Iwrestledabearonce – It Is «Bro» Isn’t It?
Iwrestledabearonce – This Head Music Makes My Eyes Rain
Iwrestledabearonce – Deodorant Can’t Fix Ugly
Iwrestledabearonce – You Know That Ain’t Them Dogs’ Real Voices
Iwrestledabearonce – Next Visible Delicious