Tekster: Incubus. The Fungus Amungus. Sink Beneath The Line.

Solstice sun it sank beneath the line
And the commoners were drunken upon the hillside, yeah
Or so the story goes guess she followed along
So she could watch their games

Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were

Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine
And the crawlers emerged multitudinous
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just poppin a squat
That's when she felt the squirms

Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine them commoners were

All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere
But instead she combed the outskirts lookin' inside
And then she sat upon a bughill

This was when things started to get rough
An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways
Right inside her 5 0 1 cut offs
And her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me that's right

They were biting her beneath the line
She was a sitting on atop their shrine
I wish I could've warned her

Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine
Sink beneath the line little girl
Peak above the shrine

She should've worn underpants