Horns
I heard it from a little birdWho gave me permissionThe naughtiest words I ever heardThat will be posed onSome girls, we need proofOf real root awakeningTo chase the dogs awayAnd notify another dayCause the beat goes onWhen our fire’s gone
Oh anything can sound absurdDepends on how you say itAs long as you have the first wordThe rest is what you make it
Some boys don’t mean toThe real root awakeningThey know now what they saySo chase the dogs awayBecause the beat goes on, yes it does, yes it doesAnd the fire’s gone, then the fire’s gone awayAnd the lights go down, when the lights go down, go downWhen it burns right out
Who gave me permissionThe smartest words I’ve ever heardThat the beats go on
Some boys don’t mean toThe real root awakeningThey know now what they saySo chase the dogs awayBecause the beat goes on, yes it does, yes it doesAnd the fire’s gone, then the fire’s gone awayAnd the lights go down, when the lights go down, go downWhen it burns right out