8x Toxic

Chorus

We’re all stranded on a tropical island
Beautiful beaches everywhere you look
Fun in the sun on this tropical island
laze on the beach or just read a book

Verse 1
Cruizing in our boat, destination
who knows where we’re going, cvilization
no longer is with us, we’re out of gas
so we’ll hit this island, gee what a blast
Palm trees everywhere, what a paradise
Cept we got no food, only sea lice
We all made a hut, out of stones and leaves
made some fishing rods, out of small trees
but we can’t catch any, any fish to eat
and in that stupid hut, just try and get some sleep
birds and monkeys yer, won’t shutup
if  I don’t eat some food I’m gonna throw up

Verse 2

All the crew I wanna, wanna throttle
we just sent a message, in a bottle
go for a swim, in that clear lagoon
but it’s filled with snakes, one bite and we’re doomed
I’ve lost glasses, my eyes are hazy
the taste of coconut, is driving me crazy
Bugs and insects, are all over the place
cuts and boils are all over my face
least we’re surrounded by, loverly beaches
shame I’m really sunburnt and covered in leaches
don’t get me wrong, this islands really great
cept these rods don’t work, cause we got no bait
			
Verse 3		
				 
All the fruit is poisoned, as we just discovered	    
two of the crew have died, as we just uncovered	     
All our teeth are rotting, and we really stink		
And the hut we built, just started to sink		
But I guess we’re all, glad to be alive
since we just got chased by an insane tribe
We’re all stranded on a tropical island
Rotting corpses everywhere you look
Death & despair on this tropical island
Cause we got no food, got no food to cook

Lyrics by Greg Redfern
Music by Justin Spaull + Greg Redfern

All Songs Copyright Operation Lager 1999
(Greg Redfern , Ben Saxon , Justin Spaull , Steven Gero and Alan Whitehead)