i'm sin, done in water
you might be over him
he's somebody's daughter
as far as Liz well knows
send me a black one
bubbled in a big sun
open with an ashtray
a mystery man,
he sits here with daughter
we seem so in a two
open up a C.A.T scan
white leather free land
wishy little be scar
half-made mind,
elvis had a daughter
not a half boned siksura
heavy betty big bone
little kitty fig bomb
i'm no feetless
keep me one,
eat more with your collar
calling me mig me in may
time is a big one
only have to free us all
misery to hope laid
have them hit with the bong hit,
exit measured on seev
and i'm break and kickin gary
i'm riggin with the clothes bend
i hang my bong...