Take the complimentary box of Ziploc bags
That someone left on our front door
Place a peanut butter sandwich in each one
And I will carry them to the shore
My raft will take me to Tripoli
My raft will take me to Tripoli
My raft will take me to Tripoli
And I will walk away from Tripoli
For as long as the sandwiches sustain me
And when they're gone I will find
A fifty-foot pole sticking straight up from the sand
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
The Minor Thirds - The Athletes of God Lyrics
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Take the complimentary box of Ziploc bags
That someone left on our front door
Place a peanut butter sandwich in each one
And I will carry them to the shore
My raft will take me to Tripoli
My raft will take me to Tripoli
My raft will take me to Tripoli
And I will walk away from Tripoli
For as long as the sandwiches sustain me
And when they're gone I will find
A fifty-foot pole sticking straight up from the sand
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
That someone left on our front door
Place a peanut butter sandwich in each one
And I will carry them to the shore
My raft will take me to Tripoli
My raft will take me to Tripoli
My raft will take me to Tripoli
And I will walk away from Tripoli
For as long as the sandwiches sustain me
And when they're gone I will find
A fifty-foot pole sticking straight up from the sand
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
I will never touch the ground again
Writer: Chris Piuma
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