(Day One) A chaple and glistening
(Day Three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach
(Day Six) A train that isn't whistling
(Day Ten) and I don't want to see you off again
We know the most crunk
Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper,
Turn up your radio
The song we play will blow the speakers
Don't stop whistlin'
To let them know what they've been missing
Turn the jukebox on
The song we play will blow the system
No one's been, no one's been
The cherry in that eye
And it's burning under my skin
Carrying, carrying
The lady back to work
But that should be the first thing
No one's been, no one's been, ooh
The carpenter I've been
Building you this cabinet
Burying burying
Those heroes as they're gasping
But that should be the last thing