Sally and John had the nasty going on
But their aging dedication was deflating strong
Never as certain as their neighbour’s open curtain
Was a single shred of evidence that proved something was wrong
Man after man wooed that girl in demand
As her clingy summer flingy little superman
Bird in the hand never dared to compare
To the nature of obsessing just to understand
And they all fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
Bags under eyes came as no surprise
From the guilty sleepless nights of shedding countless lies
Wrapped in a towel her body compromised
She would just leave that curtain open just to catch her eyes
And they all fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
Night after night they’d each pretend its all right
‘Till their scheming inner demons cast a doubtful light
All of this anguish had become a second language
In a dream that seemed to keep repeating every night
And they all fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
All fell head into a threeway
Making subtle but effective refinements to their reggae-infused funk sound, New Zealand's L.A.B. exude confidence with every groove. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2021