Polyethelene Md123 Letras

So sell your suit and tie
And come with me to Mars
The surf is always high
There's always pretty stars

And if you don't get out some more you're gonna rot
If you don't get out some more you're gonna rot

Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things

So sell your suit and tie
And come with me to Mars
The surf is always high
There's always pretty stars

And if you don't get out some more you're gonna rot
If you don't get out some more you're gonna rot

We don't get out as often as we should
One of [?]
One of these days when they're knocking at the window
This is what I'm gonna do

Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things
Dogged by the little things