Rogue Wave - Medicine Ball Lyrics

i fell too soon from a hot-air balloon
and I don't know what it teaches
it's the moment of my weakness
i've had enough of your sermonized speeches
it's the food that I wanted

out on the evening
6 months ahead
with styrofoam deepness
of a medicine ball

a trappist monk
shares his spritual secrets
cornered the market on her English
El Diablo put syringes on the beaches
sucked the juice out of its sweetness

out on the evening
6 months ahead
with styrofoam deepness
of a medicine ball