The Nude Party
Water On Mars
I’ve got the key to my head in my lungs
Tongue keeps rollin' around in my mouth
Out I walk through the park in the light
Darkness circles around on the grass
That’s how everythin' seems
When you dream of sweet, wonderful things
And the smells

Should I sell?
(Don’t sell it, no, don’t sell it)
My mind’s a spigot and I’m startin' to dig it

I’ve got buckets of time in my hands
Am I spillin' 'em right? I don’t know
It’s too early to tell, should I sell?
Or save some for myself, well
You know, I don’t need money for much
(Mmm)

Should I sell?
(Don’t sell it, no, don’t sell it)
My mind’s a spigot and I’m startin' to dig it

I’ve got buckets of time in my hands
Am I spillin' 'em right? I don’t know
It’s too early to tell, should I sell?
Or save life for myself, well
(La, la, la la la la)
I just don’t know
(La, la, la la la la)
Oh, can't you show
(La, la, la la la la)
Me where to go
(La, la, la la la la)
You know, I don't need money for much
Mmm, just give it to me
(La, la, la la la la)
(La, la, la la la la)
(La, la, la la la la)
(La, la, la la la la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la la la la)
(La, la, la la la la)
Should I sell?
(Don’t sell it, no, don’t sell it)
My mind’s a spigot and I’m startin' to dig it