Lyrics

Black coffee in Mount Shasta on my way back from Seattle Haven't closed my eyes in three days I am coming down. God, I hear you I was manic Haven't seen nobody in five days Well, put your money where your mouth is, boy Yeah, put your money where your mouth is Go touch some grass, I mean, go touch some grass! Go break a leg and bleed, go touch some grass! Cities never die, they only get new architecture LA's gonna stay cool when I quit Flying in a car, I let it go, it's now or never LA's getting way too fucking hip Well, put your money where your mouth is, boy Said, put your money where your mouth is Go touch some grass, I mean, go touch some grass! Go break a leg and bleed, go touch some grass! Go touch some grass, I mean, go touch some grass! Go break a leg and bleed, go touch some grass! [Instrumental Break] I'm holding out my hands in a naked pentagram I should do the laundry Fall in to my phone, yeah, I guess it ends like that I should move my body Go touch some grass, I mean, go touch some grass! Go break a leg and bleed, go touch some grass! Go touch some grass, I mean, go touch some grass! Go break a leg and bleed, go touch some grass! Put your money where your mouth is, boy Yeah, put your money where your moth is