Chela - Plastic Gun lyrics

Dirty taste I fall on my face Excitedly whisper to me Branches sway and rough the way Joy as a fool, abandon rules Don't wake me There's nothing on the schedule Don't want around the minute men When you're around the Peter Pan Ha-ha, we go, the silly phase I'll race you to the swing and back Let's jump over the barricade We exercise our imaginations Tambourine worn as a crown My abode, our jungle town We are free There's nothing on the schedule Don't want around the minute men When you're around the Peter Pan Ha-ha, we go, the silly phase I'll race you to the swing and back Let's jump over the barricade We exercise our special creations Like a child I'll scour the streets for playgrounds Forget about accounts, Forget about accounts And like a child I'll scour the streets for playgrounds Forget about accounts, forget about accounts Cause we are free There's nothing on the schedule Don't want around the minute men When you're around the Peter Pan Ha-ha, we go, the silly phase I'll race you to the swing and back Let's jump over the barricade We exercise our imaginations Hold onto your plastic gun Fire it to the bongo drum You run Hold onto your plastic gun Fire it to the guitar strum You run Hold onto your plastic gun Fire it to the bongo drum You run Hold onto your plastic gun Fire it to the bongo drum You run