Bohemian Groove, Pt. 2 (Cremation)

Celebrate bro
You’re at the club
Under the midsummer sun
Move and shake bro
You’re assembled with
The most essential members
It’s fate
You’ve waited
For so long
I know
Have a beer bro
And have a fifth
The coast is clear
The view is sick
Your fear bro
Is so endearing
Caterpillars come not here
We’re safe
We’re gated
Closeted
Alone
Just a redwood fortress
And an owl towering over us
Raise it up
To the skies
Shake the walls
The roof will rise
Crank it up
Cremate anxiety
You’ve been given the key
Take a hit bro
Pass it to the left
We wake and bake
When we tech and
Sitzprobe
It’s like tradition
After we go skinny dipping
In the russian river
Till we’re called
Tonight we’ll dance
Like no one’s watching
No one can stop us
We’re the cops
The chancellors
Governors
Prime ministers
They’re loving us
You can’t imagine
All the strings we pull
At this redwood fortress
With the owl towering over us
Raise it up
To the skies
Shake the walls
The roof will rise
Crank it up
Cremate anxiety
You’ve been given the key