Clutch Land Of Pleasant Living Lyrics

Land Of Pleasant Living Lyrics

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 they never let you down. 

Everyone’s forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now. 



Yuri Garagin sends 

His kindest regards 

How those Yankees doing? 

Still Rock and Roll and Fancy cars? 

But onto 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 

Jonnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn 



Remember tripping on the fourth of July? 

Exploding octopuses in disguise? 

They picked you up and they never let you down. 

Everyone’s forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now