I wanna grow up to be a funky Euripides, the fly on the
street, the beat, bat the breeze, what, the ease, what
release, to be or to be not and see not and hear not (tah tah tah)
come on. It’s not that a big of a deal, just another mouth to
feed and another breath to steal I feel I’m loosing my grip
about to slip about to fall off the wagon and have another
sip. Periodic fake divines, these times as we see ‘em are
packed with cons that can’t wait to see him. The cave the
cathedral, the peasant the pope, the hope of the people is
a prayer for dope.
All night long we have to keep it up all night long. And right
to the next damn day, we have to do the shit they say. All
night long we have to keep it up all night long. And right to
the next damn day, we have to do the shit they say.
And we choke in the vomit of our belief and we greave as
we go on in disbelief. In this world in this life that we are
living where it is nobler to take than to be giving. Stop. Get
behind excess stress and no caress this form of society is
making a mess. Moreover, it’s over and it’s a damn crime.
How many we are killing in the meantime.
So I’m pushed to my feet so I can beat the air that was
giving me heat way back over there. It’s only fair to give guy
a slack the big aphrodisiac, the new jack the ever
confusing cool cat. Now see me fly on the Nashville skyline
walking the fine line, reciting a new line, holding my balls
while taking the calls, sorry we’re closed. I’m on the bottom
of the Niagara Falls. But I still believe and with so little to
give I don’t wanna deceive only Malone to live. We take it
back that the hope is the dope. The dope’s the hope in the
shape of a rope.
We wanna dance tonight. We might dance into a fight. We
wanna dance tonight. We wanna dance inside. We wanna
dance tonight. We might dance into a fight. We wanna
dance tonight. We wanna dance inside.We wanna dance
tonight. We might dance into a fight. We wanna dance
tonight. We wanna
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