Portugal. The Man - Marching With 6 Lyrics

Woke up late on that sunday morning (woke up late yeah the sun was burning)
Slides and chutes spilling explanations (slides and chutes offer alibis)
Oh, no, no

Where the freeways mate and the flies congregate
There's a needle hungry for a place to sleep
Where the jumpers meet in the film cloud eyes
With the doctors notes and them heavy heads, they'll cry
Oh, no, no

Lay my face back in the sleep finds me lazy
A fear's friendly fed when you're free to be resting
Birds in the sky and the rain won't soon call in
Gravel laced sunsets foaming through my belly
Oh, no, no

Evident was the flood (frame it up, frame it up, now frame it)
Evident I was told (frame it up, frame it up, now frame it)
A wonder it was worn (frame it up, frame it up, now frame it)
Evident I was told (frame it up, frame it up, now frame it)
Oh, no, no

Oh, my baby wants to take your breath away
Oh, my baby wants to burn your soul
Oh, my baby wants to take your breath away
Oh, my baby wants to

Oh, my baby's gonna take your breath away
Oh, my baby's gonna burn your soul
Oh, my baby will take your breath away
Oh, my baby will burn your soul

Oh, my baby's gonna take your breath away (my baby will)
Oh, my baby's gonna burn your soul (my baby will, my baby will)
Oh, my baby's gonna take your breath away
Oh, my baby wants to burn your soul

Take, take, take, take, take, take, take it away (burn your soul)

Evident was the flood (frame it up, frame it up, now frame it)
Evident I was told (frame it up, frame it up, now frame it)
A wonder it was worn (frame it up, frame it up, now frame it)
Evident I was told (frame it up, frame it up, now frame it)