Under the Influence - Matthew Good Band

I dreamed I was a pigeon

Slipping through the heavens

Like a 747

Everyone left down below

Locked in a house of my invention

Learning the «don't"s of fire prevention

If I roast marshmallows over their bodies

Do you think god will still find their souls?

Just want to be like we used to

Under the influence

Just want to see like we used to

Under the influence

Under the in--

I dreamed I was a White Tip

Slipping through the Pacific

My heart for a shipwreck

And your legs left down below

Some things they come

All things they go

There ain’t nothing like exploding

If you’ve got

Something to explode

Something

Just want to be like we used to

Under the influence

Just want to see like we used to

Under the influence

Under the in--

Just want to be like we used to

Under the influence

Just want to see like we used to

Under the influence

Under the in-- ah, ah

Under the in-- ah, ah