Empty out my mind on some porno back in ’89. I wake to masturbate, Hold my breathe and hesitate.
Map the stars, count the sheep. Anything so long as I might sleep. So scratch my palm again, make me rich, and be my friend.
Got some bones I’m gonna raise, spanish fly on birthday cake, make-up on a queen, and all the disco in between.
Do I read about the science, while I live by the philosphy? Well, that nagging voice inside, I guess it got the best of me.
I made him turn around. When he came to me I tapped the ground. And you know I’d do it all again, so tell me when. Tell me how. I’m the Cuban at the door, called a commie and a whore.
If he wasn’t mute with anger I’m sure he would’ve given more. You’re free to board the train, free to push your dragon in the rain.
C’mon and brighten-up that twig and show me all the things you did. Like a tiger in a cage, spanish fly on birthday cake, butterflies and bees, and all the honey in between