Empty out my mind
on some porno back in ’89.
I wake to [bad word] 
Hold my breathe and hesitate.

Map the stars, count the sheep.
Anything so long as I might sleep.
So scratch my palm again,
make me rich, and be my friend.

Got some bones I’m gonna raise,
spanish fly on birthday cake,
make-up on a queen,
and all the disco in between.

Do I read about the science,
while I live by the philosphy?
Well, that nagging voice inside,
I guess it got the best of me.

I made him turn around.
When he came to me I tapped the ground.
And you know I’d do it all again,
so tell me when. Tell me how.
I’m the Cuban at the door,
called [bad word] and a [bad word] 

If he wasn’t mute with anger
I’m sure he would’ve given more.
You’re free to board the train,
free to push your dragon in the rain.

C’mon and brighten-up that twig
and show me all the things you did.
Like a tiger in a cage,
spanish fly on birthday cake,
butterflies and bees,
and all the honey in between