He's a pistol grip And a lighting rod hammer step...
Up again You're going to prison, you're off to the...
Every day, well it's the same That bong that's on...
Mommy doesn´t have a head any more Keep it underneath...
Now I could lie by your side All serrated for...
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Day after day Your homelife's...
Our lives run different ways Through the rain I see...
In your plane in the blue sky You roam again...
Well our souls are all mistaken in the same misguided...
somtimes i think i´m gonna drown cause everyone around´s so...