Benny Goodman Follow

Like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather
And it gloats
Like it knows whats going wrong, like its clever

Has a name, oh but to me goes unspoken
Where the veins oh are all twisted and broken.
Soldier on
Soldier on
Soldier on

Flare into the war of the snack machine (?)
Muted screams of an old regime
And then oh, something gets hit
But not shake his hand (?)
and we were all fast asleep
we were all so fast asleep

but you woke up, woke up from the strangest dream
that an old regime could ever know
would ever know, would ever know

Lava flows over the crooks and cragged cliffs to the ocean
and explodes like in a steam heat fevered sickly commotion (
Has a name but the name goes unspoken
its in vein 'cause that language is broken
Cause your wrong (?)
Cause your wrong
Soldier on
Soldier on
Soldier on

Like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather
And it gloats