Give Me A Tropical Contact High Songtext

Last night I asked him to break the news gently
As bodies drifted away, evidently
If you can't walk away, in the surf you'll stay
Write this down
If they insist you move faster
An abacus can assess the disaster
Margins that full are just obstacles
But now we can't stay underground where we'd been
The salt air, the silt breeze, we're the ones who stayed free from disease
Last night I asked him to break the news gently