Lyrics
Phone call me
Phone call me when your ceiling is falling
And all you believe too
‘Cause I got some big ideas that’ll replace all you knew
Don’t worry
Sister, brother, father and mother
And friends too
And enemies, yeah enemies — I don’t believe in you
So, listen
We are Cherokee waking and greeting the sunrise
«Hello sun, hello land, please show us all that you can.»
But oh, listen
We are boss at the top of the mob with the fiery insides
Always periscope, three hundred sixty command
Sail sailor
Look for some virgin land that you can lay your hand on
And know it’s good that we’re in the woods
Smiling and waiting for you