We vibin\' in the heaven ,
lost in the sauce on a trumpet solo
that wack drum beat generation
and a janky piano with a damn bustled tremolo.
Total bummer for the little aliens
green cards denied ...
\'\' Bartender hook me up with your top -shelf rum ! \'\'
I\'m tryna straight-up crash into the twilight zone ...
At the unlucky strike motel I goin\'up with a chick
who\'s kinda wild .Just enough to keep it real...
that\'s a sick deal for a shop chop on halloween...
Hear me !
When the nameless dude strolls into the saloon
the crows tip off the undertaker to get the fit right
and padre for one last prayer ...
There\'s always a cold one chillin\' in the fridge !
That\'s some dark humor right there ,cadaver ...
In the shade of the wall ,we\'re all just Berliners ,
waiting for John Wayne to come through
and bail us out ...
I was talking about it having coffee with Hemingway
in Saint Germain des prés...
Yo ! I\'m tellin\' ya dude !
\'\' We\'re total gonna check out the dark side of the nun
next time we\'re wasted ! \'\'
- \'\'And for that crappy galaxy ,we\'ll ink a deal
with the devil ! so easy -cozy ,buddy ! \'\'
I ain\'t even popped out the womb
and already got a bounty on my head .
that\'s the cost of chasing clouds...
The good old days are not yet written .
There is still hope for manifest dementia .
Yesterday made Chapman laugh.
star system child poster killer .
Man, take the road to memphis
left side to Rickers island for eternity
by leaving an ecological footprint
to reduce the karma of our organic debris...
In the cimetary of sad hill ,
a poor lonesome skeleton ,embalmed in musk
strums his banjo at dusk ...
the tomb of god is empty .
Error of casting, dirty destiny...
I \'m just a fool at the poker table
who bluffs with a nuke just pretending to look cool...