Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Carolina’ by Adam Green. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Adam Green or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Carolina, she’s from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships
But her breasts taste just like breakfast
There’s her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She’s an eyesore in her red dress
I’m the ghost of her deceased when she said
Give us back our lives
Leave him, Carolina
Everything’s just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind
California presidente
Cogi mucho estoy cansado
Dostoevsky, Fab Moretti
Antiseptic, complimentary
There’s her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She’s an eyesore in her red dress
I’m the ghost of her deceased when she said
Give us back our lives
Leave him, Carolina
Everything’s just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind
Goodnight, sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows the pregnancy will show
That she smells nice when you look twice
Who’s your boyfriend, Carolina?
And it’s goodnight, sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows rejections in her bones
Carolina, she’s from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Carolina
Carolina
Carolina