Five Six Seven Eight Lyrics

One two three four the whine of jets fill the skies

One two three four the whine of jets fill the skies

Money been paid and folks are leaving

Leaving with all speed from Van Nuys

Five six seven eight better start a new tap dance

Five six seven eight better start a new tap dance

I feel mystic and doomed like going

Going to a knife fight in a trance

Nine nine nine nine my brain in loop and lock

Nine nine nine nine my brain in loop and lock

No lies and no questions, some worries

Worries that I'm due for a shock

Five six seven eight Coldwater church an open door

Five six seven eight Coldwater church an open door

Love Jesus and music just do not

Do not trust the preachers no more