South Of Paradise Lyrics

Ya threw a fit on Sunday

The shoe didn't fit on Monday

You're goin' nowhere fast

But who even asked?

Ya found yourself on an island

They said was wet but it's dry man

When the music don't last

But who even asked?

South Of Paradise

Take a train on Friday

You know it could be Thursday

Who even knows?

Whatever way the wind blows

Ya said a bunch of nothin'

While the drummer kept on drumming

And it just makes us laugh

But who even asked?

South Of Paradise

It's 3AM

South of what you meant

Sweet as sin

Sweet as saccharine

Ya threw a fit on Sunday

The shoe didn't fit on Monday

You're going nowhere fast

But who even asked?

Take a train on Friday

You know it could be Thursday

Who even knows?

Whatever way the wind blows

South Of Paradise

It's 3AM

South of what you meant

Sweet as saccharine

Sweet as sin