Chela - Plastic Gun

Dirty taste
I fall on my face
Excitedly whisper to me
Branches sway and rough the play
Joy as a fool, of men 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