Tiny bit of Dancer on my breath.
I stagger to the left, like I've been stabbed.
Been up for four days, gettin' money.
On all Yang, and no Yin.
I can't remember where I've been...
Said, "gimme your money!"

And I don't wanna speak with Jesus no more...

"Forgive them, Father...
For they know not what they do.
Please spare their tiny lives"

God said, "Son, you're fucking high...
Eternity is such a long, long time
For such a simple mind --
They can eat, pray, fuck and die..."

It will
Kiss and tell
Like a whippoorwill...
Like a whippoorwill...
Like a whippoorwill...

It tastes like
Jerry Curl
On a Seraquel...
On a Seraquel...
On a Seraquel...