/
Lyrics

Sometimes late when things are real and people share the gift of gab between themselves.
Some are quick to take the bait and catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves.
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man,
that he didn't, didn't already have.
And cause never was the reason for the evening,
or the tropic of Sir Galahad.
So please believe in me, when I
say I'm spinning round, round, round, round,
smoke glass stain bright color.
Image going down, down, down, down,
soapsuds green like bubbles.
Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man,
that he didn't, didn't already have.
And cause never was the reason for the evening,
or the tropic of Sir Galahad.
So please believe in me, when I
say I'm spinning round, round, round, round,
smoke glass stain bright color.
Image going down, down, down, down,
soapsuds green like bubbles.
No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man,
that he didn't, didn't already have.
And cause never was the reason for the evening,
or the tropic of Sir Galahad.
So please believe in me...
Da, da, da,
da, da, da.
Da, da, da,
da, da, da,
da, da, da.
Da, da, da,
da, da, da,
da, da, da.
Da, da, da,
da, da, da,
da, da, da.
Da, da, da,
da.

Enter your email address

Cancel

New Password

Please choose a new password

Your password has been successfully updated.

Your account has been verified. You are now logged in. Thank you.

You still have one more step. You must verify your email account before you can continue.

Send Verification Email

Please check your email. Instructions to verify your account have been sent

One more step!

Please check your email. Instructions to verify your updated email address have been sent

Thank you!

Redirecting you to Account Kit phone number login. A new window will pop up.

Don't see anything? .