Sad hill cemetary ballad

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...