Smokey Nagata Lyrics

Most nights it's pishin' it down

Haddock, chips, and brown

East-coast in a derelict fishing town

Put the window down, put the window down

No use fighting the wind and it looks like the house might win this round

Still pishin' it down

And the boys drive like Smokey Nagata got 'em all drifting now

With the system loud and the window down

Halo made outta paper, my head never fit no crown

Nikolai Gogol-esque

Keeping the nose in the check

See how tall that molehill gets

Probably could've done with a phone call less"What's good I'm local, let's get blootered" Tuesday's a total mess

In the same ends and the same endorphin chase

Some of them caught a case

Some of them call it a fall from grace

Smiling through the cracks of a porcelain face

09' Organ Tapes, pure chaos in an ordered space

Storm and a whole lot of ships inbound

Deep water

Pray that the kids don't drown

Hit the ward and enlist some clowns

Red rubber noses

Polyester hospital gowns

Mister magpie look at the shiny trinkets I've found

Jack Skelly I swear it was just Halloween and it's Christmas now

They won't spare you a single pound

Halo made outta paper, my head never fit no crown

Smokey Nagata

Smokey Nagata

Still pishin' it down

Distant crowds in the winter

I kinda miss that sound

Put the window down, put the window down

There's an owl in a witches shroud with a jar for your cumulonimbus cloud

Still pishin' it down

And the boys drive like Smokey Nagata, wearing the pistons out

With the window down and the system loud

Halo made outta pure light, my head never fit no crown