Black Sea Vacation Songtext
von Earl Greyhound

There′s nothing left to do here but retaliate
I'm no too sore but I′m stuck with a mild irritation
I can't afford to miss you once I've set things straight
I′m going to take all the time I need to get out the sensation
When you′re not around to mess up my decisions Grace
I'm going to blow all I got on a Black Sea vacation

I got to get back together
Step back to let her connect it
I confess it′s my cross to bear
And Grace she says:
"I'm on your side when your running′s over, take it slower"


Yeah Bob he and his brother don't see much the same
But he just looks as it just as if it′s a shit situation
And Anthony's a Texan with a simple fate
But he got caught up in a plan to make a wild elaboration
He's got no cause or reason to get complicated
He took the freakout path and head out on a Black Sea vacation

The lobsters in Virginia got a bitter taste
They been in salt and vineger since as long as I can remember
The trout in western Maine got no New England trace
They been out lost in hot pursuit of Canada naturalization
And where the waters meet there′s no division grate
There′s only undertow and the current flows to a Black Sea destination