Smokin' House Songtext
von The Soul Jacket

Down the lane I went, shaded palm trees
The burning giant girl keeps her eye on me
Peeping through a cloud way above the ground
Swim in the lake then everything is red


Paper in my hand, password and address
For a wooden shack older than I′d guess
Guarded by a man covered up in sweat
He shook my hand and put something there

Burning and round and brown
In the smoking house

Drifted through the fog and the sugarcane
And I found your hips moving, oh so well
Then the roaring storm got us out of there
The wooden shack lit up on aflame

Burning and round and brown
Is the smoking house