C G
Let the smoke in fill your lungs,
C G
You've been living like a jukebox out of songs,
C G
From the day that you were born,
C G
In 1991.
F C
Your Safari,
F C
Build your Safari.
C G
There's a trophy deep inside,
C G
We were living in a festival of lights,
C G
But I bet most angels don't stay dry,
C G
And haunted every night.
C G
Let's get dressed up in colours that nobody has invented,
C G
Inject yourself with the medicine in places unexpected,
C
And run your tongue down the second hand,
G C G
Leave your metronome and catalogue behind.
F C
On your Safari,
F C
Build your Safari,
F C
Life's a Safari,
F (Hold F)
We'll take it so far.
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