Lyrics:

Cover bands cover up lives with ears flipping over
With elephant ears boiling in a tin pot

That poisening has to end somewhere on my way to the ocean
On my way to the gold mine

Shifting moods go by like summer old fashion
Some are old fashioned

A hasty heart attack, that wish to leave no goddamn goodbyes behind
We go past doors closed from the inside
Past men wearing beautiful straw hats, there must be something
To all that