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The reason I'm leaving
is the heathens are keeping
me awake
Trail of tears in the easy bake
Tale of tragedy in the dreams
while the dead walk in teams
It seems that I'm Doug Funnie
You, porkchop, made me gutty
I make 2+2=5
Where the one at
Going pop pop with the gat
Defying physics and falling down buildings
Look at all these agents I'm killing
This girl calls me baby
Biting my thumb like crazy
A fuck here, a fuck there
A pound of dead pigeon stares
In for a world of hurt
Senior citizen, get life alert
I blurt the things that scare me
Right after my life gets real hairy
But I'm moving too fast for us
Light the gas, explode phosphorus
My hands burn callouses
After they get through malices
The fallacies don't make sense
no pennies, it never meant
anything at all, hear my phone call
All these songs sound so similar,
like Hitler bought a steak at Sizzler
Finding God is like losing a lost dog
It's just backwards, build lincoln logs
This fog's clearing my vision
Saving my life with a wrist inciscion
My decision is one to never find
a book of rules that rule mankind
The mayans were flying high
before Cortez decided "oh me my
I think it's your time to die"
And so they sacrificied sighs
Strung so suddenly, saying so solemnly
"Sir, such is a sin"
and the sickness sweetly spin
so his mind exploded
eroded, the founded earth that evenly frowned
waiting for the proper king to be crowned
And since then, I've been figuring out life
first it was biking, then getting a wife
but I'm still at square one
in a four square game, no suns
way past the hour of dusk
we played with a giant elephant tusk
Today I dust off the mantle
get the bits off the frame
The handle on the door led two games
One for playing ball, one for shooting hoops
Kids with baskin robbins three dollar scoops
Oops, dropped it on the floor
couple bills gone, but dipped out the door
Played outside til ankles were sore
Broken some from the basket
Before I said "whack shit"
I always said "suck it"
But fuck it
I'm older now, playing different games
All the same premise, win a name
But still, every night I go home
to a dinner without ice cream cones
just had a daily dose of corn pops
except now I eat a pocketful of porkchops

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