The People Who Run The Country - Hawaii 89

Fuck me that pink, that peach!
Slap it on a cap that says Hawaii 89
It's like sex on the beach
Exploding from a concrete cup
It flooded round here last month
Poor Nick was up all Christmas Eve
Just bailing out his bog
I brought him jam
Stood across his lake of lawn
And called and called his name
The water in the fields is draining now
And you should see the green it's left behind
Oh man, in this light
It's like felt
Fuck me that pink, that peach!
Slap it on a cap that says Hawaii 89
It's like sex on the beach
Exploding from a concrete cup
Fuck me that pink, that peach!
Slap it on a cap that says Hawaii 89
It's like sex on the beach
Exploding from a concrete cup
Not long ago if you'd leant against my chest
Your elbow would have gone right through
Today I wrapped it like a newly tiled wall
Nah, that's solid that is, yeah
I chase the sunset west
I want to get my greedy nose in it
But as I leave the town it slips behind the skeletons of trees
I was so close
Fuck me that pink, that peach!
Slap it on a cap that says Hawaii 89
It's like sex on the beach
Exploding from a concrete cup
Fuck me that pink, that peach!
Slap it on a cap that says Hawaii 89
It's like sex on the beach
Exploding from a concrete cup
What you gonna do when the sun goes down?
What you gonna do when the sun goes down?
Fuck me that pink, that peach!
Slap it on a cap that says Hawaii 89
It's like sex on the beach
Exploding from a concrete cup
Fuck me that pink, that peach!
Slap it on a cap that says Hawaii 89
It's like sex on the beach
Exploding from a concrete cup
Fuck me that pink, that peach!
Slap it on a cap that says Hawaii 89
It's like sex on the beach
Exploding from a concrete cup
Fuck me that pink, that peach!
Slap it on a cap that says Hawaii 89
It's like sex on the beach
Exploding from a concrete cup

Written by:
Luke Wright

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