Squirrels On Mars - Hard Road Lyrics

Charlatans are knocking down my door again
Seven sins and the Santa Anna winds
Boss man has been breathing down my neck again
Gotta sell these dreams to the little kids

Get along, get along little doggy
It's a hard road back to the country again
Run as far as you can

I can't sleep, boy I sleep too much
Out of gas, out of touch, oh no
Got my picture at a diner in Ontario
Fell victim to the man in the radio

Get along, get along little doggy
It's a hard road back to the country again
Run as far as you can

Cool kid in my head never realized
Wicked webs leave you tangled up and paralyzed
Lemon drop acid and drift away
For there is no reason here to stay

Get along, get along little doggy
It's a hard road back to the country again
Run as far as you can

Get along, get along little doggy
It's a hard road back to the country again
Run as far as you can
If you can