Jack Johnson

Everybody is made of clay
That’s what they used to say
Til the truth stepped on us all
Now everything that was big is small
Were just little crying robots
Program me I wanna win the race
I wanna find the place
Where the king locked up the princess
Jump the fence and drink a little bit of
Red wine, mistakes, apologies
And it’s all just
Red wine, headaches, mythology
(repeat)
Now who is the king of the sky
Jupiter says oh me oh my oh why
Is the game always changing
I’ve been through some strangeness
What’s the matter is the feast not fat enough
Up the ladder with your feet
Reaching with your hands
You can feel it and dream it
I know you want to believe it
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