Meat Puppets - Paradise Lyrics
Laughing gold carried on silverOpen robe waving by the trailerThis is paradiseIvory whales high on corn breadWind-filled sails, fly to the door stepThis is paradiseHe little girl, hey young ladyI'm not wrong, don't say maybeThis is paradiseOut at night, gazing at the heavensHold on tight, hold on elevenThis is paradise