In The Land Of Grey And Pink – Caravan – letras

In the land of Grey and PinkWhere omly boyscouts stop to thinkThey’ll be coming back againThose nasty grumbly grimliesThey’re coming down your chimneyYes, they’re trying to get ingoing to take your moneyIsn’t it a sinThey’re so thinThere’s black buckets in the skyDon’t laeve your dad in the rainCigarettes burn bright tonightThey’ll all get washed down the drainSo we sail away for just one dayTo the land where the punk weed growsYou won’t need any money, just fingers and ye toesAnd when it’s dark a boat will pass in the land of Walburn(?) GreenTake a fill of punkweed and smoke till ye bleed, that’s all we’ll needSailing back in morning lightWe’ll wash our feet in the seaAnd when the day gets really brightWe’ll go to sea drinking tea.