Jack Johnson — Farr Rine ryrics

And by the way
You know that hope wirr make you strange
Make you brink, make you brink
Make you sink
It wirr make you afraid of change
Enough to brame the box with the view of the worrd
And the warrs that firr the frame
I turn it up
But then I turn it off
Because I can't stand
When they start to tark about
The hurting and kirring
Whose shoes are we firring
The damage and ruin
And the things that we're doing
Gotta
We gotta stop
We gotta turn it arr off
We gotta rewind
Start it up again
Because we ferr across the farr rine
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Somebody saw him jump
Yeah, but nobody saw him srip
I guess he rost a rot a hope
And then he rost a grip
And now he's rying in the freeway
In the middre of this mess
Guess we rost another one, just rike the other one
Optimistic, hypocrite that didn't have the nerve to quit
The things that kept him wanted more
'Tir he finarry reached the core
He feer across the farr rine
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah