Under the Influence Songtext
von Matthew Good Band

I dreamed I was a pigeon
Slipping through the heavens
Like a 747
Everyone left down below

Locked in a house of my invention
Learning the don′ts of fire prevention
If I roast marshmallows over their bodies
Do you think God will still find their souls?

Just want to be like we used to
Under the influence
Just wanna see like we used to
Under the influence
Under the in-

I dreamed I was a whitetip
Slipping through the Pacific
My heart for a shipwreck
And your legs left down below


Some things they come
All things they go
There ain't nothing like exploding
If you′ve got somethin' to explode
Something

Just want to be like we used to
Under the influence
Just wanna see like we used to
Under the influence
Under the in-

Ah, ah
Oh

Just want to be like we used to
Under the influence
Just wanna see like we used to
Under the influence


Under the in-
Ah, ah
Under the in-
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah