Clutch - Land Of Pleasant Living lyrics

Above there is no ending For the Vodka spinning Mir All that is is pa**ing And now is never here So keep on raging You frenzied pioneers No time for the wringing of hands Strange faced amba**adors, strike up the band Bust out that Dom Perignon Johnnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn Remember tripping on the fourth of July? Exploding octopuses in disguise? They picked you up and they never let you down. Everyone's forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now. Yuri Garagin sends His kindest regards How those Yankees doing? Still Rock and Roll and Fancy cars? But onto pressing matters Such as the gluttony of the starving stars. No time for the wringing of hands Strange faced amba**adors, strike up the band Bust out that Dom Perignon Jonnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn Remember tripping on the fourth of July? Exploding octopuses in disguise? They picked you up and they never let you down. Everyone's forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now.