Crackin’ his knuckles on two and four
Pretentious, self-serious and wildly insecure
Victorian dream of life in symmetry
Holdin’ tight to the backbeat like a rope in tug-of-war
Leave perfection to the fool
For the dancers and the doulas and acrobats alike
Well, everyone’s scared and everyone’s a sinner
Easy does it, boy, we’re all just beginners
Everything is gonna be alright
Burn one down with the dead
Ain’t always peaches and paradise
But it’ll be alright
Alright
Give up your place in line
Step right up for the erosion of man
There ain’t no secret door
And this carnival ride’s all rusted inside
Portable steel, fueled by disease
With cables and ropes just a-swayin’ in the breeze
Well, he’s a virgo with vertigo just countin’ on his toes
Calculatin’ odds when the handbrake’s to go
Everything is gonna be alright
Burn one down with the dead
Ain’t always peaches in paradise
But it’ll be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Burn one down with the dead
Ain’t always peaches in paradise
But it’ll be alright
Roll up a dutchie with jerry
He’ll teach you how to forget
Bend an elbow in the moonlight
And it’ll be alright
Alright
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Griffin Anthony Lyrics – Peaches in Paradise