Blade Spin Riot

(clank) Sunlight cutting through the pine trees

Seventeen holes behind us now No wind stirring up a light breeze

Just keep the wrist flat somehow

Line up the shot,

find the gap in the brush

Take a deep breath,

don't you worry or rush

Watch it fly, spinning fast,

holding the line

Over the fairway, everything is fine

Hear that sweet clank,

rattling the chain

We're throwing plastic in the sun and the rain (yeah!)

Stable driver in a power grip

Aiming narrow down the leafy run Felt the perfect snap off the

fingertip

Now we're hunting down hole twenty-one

Watch it fly, spinning fast,

holding the line

Over the fairway, everything is fine

Hear that sweet clank,

rattling the chain

We're throwing plastic in the sun and the rain (sweet clank!)

Chains rattling in the breeze

Just another day in the trees (clank)