There's a place where all the cool kids go
It's in the country and it's just out of town
There's some black magic going on in the woods
And the cops are never hanging around
The sunday people hanging out in the sun
And the dealers selling stuff by the pond
Don't tell your mama if you're coming with us
'Cause we'll be stealing bikes and ride to the farm
There's a place where all the cool kids go
It's where the mobsters used to bury the dead
It's where the kids sometimes are raving at night
It's where the aeroplanes fly over your head
The shady people hiding into the woods
Peeping on couples, masturbating on porn
Don't tell your mama if you're coming with us
We'll hunt for dirty magazines in the corn
You'll find us sneaking by the tracks
Where the night train rolls
We're on a sacred mission
To find the secret place, where the green grass grows
Groanie Boys
They grew up in the wild
Throwing molotovs in the canal
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City kids from the 'burbs
But all in all they were just having some fun
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In the abandoned house
And the drunkard hobo screaming at us (leg it!)
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But it's no fairy tale
Now one's a junkie and another's in jail
credits
from Greenland/Groanie Boys,
released June 15, 2014
Jay the K. - vocals, guitars
Brix - drums
Ette - bass & backing vocals
Italian Beat Mass tradition at its best! Read the introduction by James Lowe of The Electric Prunes who totally digs their version of Kirie Eleison. Jay the K.