Then what'll I do. Drop dead I suppose.
I got a headache complaint about a smoking saint
She rolled to kalamazoo
Through the mud down a sew…an open sewer grate
I got flies in my eyes I'm swatting belzebub disguised as a black out the sun
I don't have no business to watch locusts eat everyone
Com back mary ann…oh yeah
I heard your voice outside my head you hear what it said? This song makes no sense
Remember jumping the fence lost all my contents when my pants got caught and were rent
Comando missions for food being all pretend lude
because all small talk stinks falling at the ice rinks its a common disease
Will your space ship have room cause I need outta this place
Hallucinate a mirage I need a massage I wish I wrote like shelley
Singing too ra loo yo da lay he too
All this just to pass some time. A bunch of lyrecal rhyme. Larded bullets of love
I hope to see you soon but not soon enough….