"Land Of Pleasant Living" lyrics - CLUTCH

Above there is no ending
For the vodka-spinning Mir
All that is is passing
And now is never here
So keep on raging
You frenzied pioneers

No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Perignon
Johnnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn

Remember tripping on the fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and then they never let you down
Everyone's forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now

Yuri Gagarin
Sends his kindest regards
How those Yankees doing?
Still rock and roll and fancy cars?
But on to pressing matters
Such as the gluttony of the starving stars

No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Perignon
Johnnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn

Remember tripping on the fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and then they never let you down
Everyone's forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now
They picked you up and then they never let you down
Everyone's forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now