Mr. Parr - Under the Surface Volcanoes lyrics
[Mr. Parr - Under the Surface Volcanoes lyrics]
It’s the strong one, a composite
It is tall, pointed top, lava viscous
Looks like mountains, but the truth is
It will blow ‘cause the flow alternates in
Cinder cone now is the standard
Sure enough a combustible surface
Islands Hawaiian we find ‘em examine ‘em
The shield lowly slanted
It leaks as expanding but
Under the surface
Revealed it lurks from inside stone
Knocking like a searing furnace
Under the surface
Was pushing, squeeze еver high so
It grows and becomes murdеrous
Under the surface
I’m pretty sure I’m nervous if
It comes to the surface
A flaw or a crack the lava and ash
That breaks from where it’s trapped
Escaping through a crack it’s
Pressure like a drip, drip
Drip that'll never stop, whoa
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip but
It won’t go pop, whoa
Thing is like whisper, a non-exploder
Leaking out for many years it will smolder
If it’s high viscosity it will crawl
It might halt too
Pressure like a slip, slip, slip
And it will let go, whoa
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick
'til it's ready to blow, whoa
Thing is like a blister, explosion stronger
See if it can hang on a little longer
We may die if high pyroclastic flow
If it falters
Under the surface
Hot spot occurs, the excursions
It’s buried but burns as it traverses
Under the surface
The trip doesn't swerve undeterred how
Hot this blowtorch is under the surface
I think it has a purpose
New land we can observe this
Line up of volcanoes the type will show
The way it will be rumbling
Come on and watch it flow
It is tall, pointed top, lava viscous
Looks like mountains, but the truth is
It will blow ‘cause the flow alternates in
Cinder cone now is the standard
Sure enough a combustible surface
Islands Hawaiian we find ‘em examine ‘em
The shield lowly slanted
It leaks as expanding but
Under the surface
Revealed it lurks from inside stone
Knocking like a searing furnace
Under the surface
Was pushing, squeeze еver high so
It grows and becomes murdеrous
Under the surface
I’m pretty sure I’m nervous if
It comes to the surface
A flaw or a crack the lava and ash
That breaks from where it’s trapped
Escaping through a crack it’s
Pressure like a drip, drip
Drip that'll never stop, whoa
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip but
It won’t go pop, whoa
Thing is like whisper, a non-exploder
Leaking out for many years it will smolder
If it’s high viscosity it will crawl
It might halt too
Pressure like a slip, slip, slip
And it will let go, whoa
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick
'til it's ready to blow, whoa
Thing is like a blister, explosion stronger
See if it can hang on a little longer
We may die if high pyroclastic flow
If it falters
Under the surface
Hot spot occurs, the excursions
It’s buried but burns as it traverses
Under the surface
The trip doesn't swerve undeterred how
Hot this blowtorch is under the surface
I think it has a purpose
New land we can observe this
Line up of volcanoes the type will show
The way it will be rumbling
Come on and watch it flow