lets all write a song...

HOW DOES IT FEEEEEEL?!?!

 

it feels good, i tell you!!!

 

someone has broken out of the asylum zoo...

look very carefully it might be you , you , you YOU YOUUUU

 

but i hold onto love onto love o' yer...
love's the only thing worth prayin' for

 

I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the caine

 

get home from the fields and go to sleep
wake up to someone different still
love and faith work better
than sex and drugs ever will

 

Ambidextrous antelopes which wander tediously through forgotten fields atrophy amiably
Beyond benevolent xylophone ‘xaminations utterly usurp golden grains blindfolded bludgeoning
Cantankerously contract yearning Euphrates vaginal voluptuosity heeds honourously cult-like centipedes
Dancing dreamily zephyr zeniths wastefully whores ignorant igloos dying dejectedly

 

i see a thousand feet of passers-by,
in london, the eye cannot see the sky,

those thousands of people hold the power,
to bring the peace victory of the hour

 

yet the bats in they sky,
they contract illness and swiftly die.
and the dreams youve had all in this past hour
all have AIDS and are stating to sour

 

Bar-B-Que the snake
For all we take for granted
I forgot to feed my lampshade
And there are many places I remember
April, May, June, and September
Shizzle izzle pizzle dizzle.

 

Faith and love work better, than sex and drugs ever will?
Speak for your law-abiding, model citizen self
No, I'ma bang a bimbo, and smoke till I see purple elves
Diss drugs and sex again, and I'll take off my belt

 

why it's another hippie

and I did speak for myself...you just butted your fuckin nose in...and I dont give a shit about you fantasies...come back when you're not so horny

 

they shriek "ride the beast" once the pain is felt
faint spells speak of tainted wishing wells
plains swell sifting stolen souls impaled
hailing stale smells asail a breeze so frail
still, essence compels indeed
will spills into the free
heed spiritually, leeead
bleeeeed easily, leeech
leeech

 

your viens are flooding
from spiritual pills
the night is saved but
but the day it kills
what comes next is anyone's wiiiiiiillll

 

Actually.. I'm kinda not. Calm down, man. Its just a song. Slow down the testosterone flow.

 

and when his will is done
the telephone is a ringing
jezmund does his best
to spread his mirthy feelin
and the operater says if you accept
please say yes yeah oh yes

 

ah, me litlle lovley mousies
please don come in and play in dem housies
unless you wants te talk to mr shoe,
insubordinate bitch! yeah you!

 

I've got a girl, her dad's name is Earl
His father had a step-daughter who was not a girl
I've got a boy, he likes to eat grass
He ate grass when God told Abraham to saddle his ass.

 

ah i marry a piece of grass

lalala this is meh hippy fast
im so high btw sing a ding dong!

 

chuckle gyroscopic jester, not too fast

all divinity is pleasure indubidately so
past the horizon's chromatic glow
grow and unfold ur last inhibition