The Pomegranate County Irregulars - Five Six Seven Eight Lyrics

One two three four the whine of jets fill the skies
One two three four the whine of jets fill the skies
Money been paid and folks are leaving
Leaving with all speed from Van Nuys

Five six seven eight better start a new tap dance
Five six seven eight better start a new tap dance
I feel mystic and doomed like going
Going to a knife fight in a trance

Nine nine nine nine my brain in loop and lock
Nine nine nine nine my brain in loop and lock
No lies and no questions, some worries
Worries that I'm due for a shock

Five six seven eight Coldwater church an open door
Five six seven eight Coldwater church an open door
Love Jesus and music just do not
Do not trust the preachers no more