“cut my finger cuz i want blood yeah im drunk stepping in a flash flood get that **** holy money honey it’s bout time, bout time
maniac mechanics boasting false teeth for the lepers they’re hysterically endowed, infectious blue eggs for the oil men epileptic slober in the champagne of your mothers the water’s turning purple please tell me that we’re okay
cars like no way drugs like no way girls like no way sex like maybe but okay im gone like no way no more no way drop that fucking cosmic bass like no way
no way, no way so gone, so gone Did I go blind or did i swallow the sun”