Jungle Youth
YOUNG THE GIANT · Home Of The Strange 2016 · Track 05 of 10
Written by Eric Cannata, François Comtois, Jacob Tilley, Payam Doostzadeh, Sameer Gadhia
I can't stop listening to this voice in my head Got me tearing through the covers on this rusty spring bed Bust through the doors Flames kissing my back That's all I remember and then everything's black You know, it sounds so familiar Some place hot in my soul Hello transmission: now you're in control
I look up I look down Everybody's bathing in Holy Water Ain't enough going around Raise their cups Wear their crowns You're sitting on a gold-stained altar Feel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh
I woke in a fever taste the blood in my mouth My eyes bruised shiny purple and I'm riddled with doubt It feels so peculiar, boiling hot in my soul Farewell transmission: not meant for this world
I look up I look down Everybody's bathing in Holy Water Ain't enough going around Raise their cups Wear their crowns You're sitting on a gold-stained altar Feel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh
Tonight, drifted off to sleep Tonight must be having a bad dream when...
I look up I look down Everybody's bathing in Holy Water Ain't enough going around Raise their cups Wear their crowns You're sitting on a gold-stained altar Feel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh