pink cloud

we're riding on a pink cloud, we're a couple of birds in a wolf den, but to us it still feels like heaven, cause we don't let the bad vibes get in, we don't let them win, testify to the strength of a true bomb, flying high over the heads of a rude mob, stay another revolution of the whole cloud, kill them all with love, i don't care if they talking about us. no, i don't care if they put us down. no, i don't care if the sky falls around us, we're riding on a pink cloud, we're riding on a pink cloud, our mother is the boom in the baseline, our father is the back beat halftime, they say we were born under a bad sign, we say, "yeah so what?", we're the ones who create our own world, from the assassins known as pegboard, all glory and praise to the bad lord, kill them all with love, i don't care we're riding on a pink cloud, we're riding on a pink cloud,