Cursive - Donkeys lyrics
[Cursive - Donkeys lyrics]
Don't lie, where have you been?
Your teeth are red, your eyes are peppermints
Sailing out to sea with your new best friend
You don't like the way you
Live so you play pretend
But isn't it time you act your age?
You got a mortgage on your shoulder
Got a babe on the way
You shrug it off with your jackass grin
Thinking as soon as you clean up
You're going to do it again he says
Whoa, oh, oh no
I'm going to Pleasure Island
I don't want to come home whoa, oh, oh no
The reverend says beware
He swears we're going to hell
We may be donkeys but at least
We have a tale to tell
Don't start with the slap on the wrist
I don't need no cease and desist
I ain't fooling around and it ain't no sin
So you best be stepping
Back those ugly ultimatums
And never you mind what your old maid says
There ain't nothing to complain so
Long as you're earning bread
She's got a way of getting under your skin
She plants a little seed of doubt
The guilt blossoms she says
Whoa, oh, oh no
You're going to Pleasure Island
You can never come home whoa, oh, oh no
The problem with you, kid
Is you can't say no
You can't take a little nibble
You got to lick the bowl
I pushed off, I'm sailing away
And I ain't looking back
Can't have you seeing me this way
This just might be my greatest mistake
Throwing the future tense away
For the present's presence
My life was but a pleasure
But it sure was pleasant he says
Whoa, oh, oh no
I'm going to Pleasure Island
I ain't never going home whoa, oh, oh no
I'll make an ass out of myself
Sooner than say I'm wrong
Yeah, I'd sooner be bucking around in the mud
Whoa, oh, oh no
I'm going to Pleasure Island
I ain't coming back home whoa, oh, oh no
And Mama's thumping her bible
She swears we're going to hell
And Papa's just jealous
He wants to come here as well
We may be donkeys but at least
We have a tale to tell
Your teeth are red, your eyes are peppermints
Sailing out to sea with your new best friend
You don't like the way you
Live so you play pretend
But isn't it time you act your age?
You got a mortgage on your shoulder
Got a babe on the way
You shrug it off with your jackass grin
Thinking as soon as you clean up
You're going to do it again he says
Whoa, oh, oh no
I'm going to Pleasure Island
I don't want to come home whoa, oh, oh no
The reverend says beware
He swears we're going to hell
We may be donkeys but at least
We have a tale to tell
Don't start with the slap on the wrist
I don't need no cease and desist
I ain't fooling around and it ain't no sin
So you best be stepping
Back those ugly ultimatums
And never you mind what your old maid says
There ain't nothing to complain so
Long as you're earning bread
She's got a way of getting under your skin
She plants a little seed of doubt
The guilt blossoms she says
Whoa, oh, oh no
You're going to Pleasure Island
You can never come home whoa, oh, oh no
The problem with you, kid
Is you can't say no
You can't take a little nibble
You got to lick the bowl
I pushed off, I'm sailing away
And I ain't looking back
Can't have you seeing me this way
This just might be my greatest mistake
Throwing the future tense away
For the present's presence
My life was but a pleasure
But it sure was pleasant he says
Whoa, oh, oh no
I'm going to Pleasure Island
I ain't never going home whoa, oh, oh no
I'll make an ass out of myself
Sooner than say I'm wrong
Yeah, I'd sooner be bucking around in the mud
Whoa, oh, oh no
I'm going to Pleasure Island
I ain't coming back home whoa, oh, oh no
And Mama's thumping her bible
She swears we're going to hell
And Papa's just jealous
He wants to come here as well
We may be donkeys but at least
We have a tale to tell