Eggheart

This song is dedicated to the sacred beaches of this great nation Where fifty thousand naked men and women prime their bodies With intensive care barrier cream and confront the liquid universe So we're lying around upon hot sand The health food of a nation's cream Inside our wet skin and Here comes the great sun-struck question Hear it go twisting, twisting Yeah one little sun-struck question And it goes twisting, twisting Oh yeah and yeah again Well it's a real head song this one Oh yeah yeah yeah Well it's a real brain song this one Now what is this sun-struck object Inside your ice-cream eyes Yeah one little sun-struck object and We won't let it sweat, we won't let it cry Let it sweat, let it cry And with some old egg-heart trouble I say give-me-gas Give-me-gas Hear my hard boiled egg-heart beat We go twisting!