There goes a little crystal Nobody's holding back The niggers are down They fall like rain Run to the liquor shack Here comes the store lass No brocken lies Wouldn't trade for all the world Another of your boring lies
Why are you sitting in your rush hour trafic Freeway like a parking lot Just thinking about the Thunderbird Riding west and freezing on a hot shot
Why are you dining out of shade and green Fresh parfait and a hundred dollar wine Right On the fire I'm cooking spaghettiohs Underneath the billion stars tonight
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