Get up to get down like this.
Get up to get down like this.
Get up to get down like this.
I don't want to do it anymore.
Couldn't do it if I tried.
Wouldn't do it if I wanted it.
I don't want to do it anymore.
Couldn't do it if I tried.
Okay, the moments were subtle but
unstolen and guess who owns them?
No friendly non -threatening corporate
Lucy was in a sky with diamonds,
The summer beneath me's Pac -Man
with acid behind his molars
Little white tab hollering,
little white flag waggling
trim the panic flat on back
Back to back with Mad Hatter magic,
rabid mastiff collaborative
Splatter bachelor fabric,
fatter with cabbage patch split
Dark days, Ben an d Louie Louie,
Emmick Lee bent up but eager to crash
for that 1 -2 -3 repeater
I'll chew you down with bits
Sorry dawg, I dreamt the foulest shit
There was this rabbit to a talisman
drowning out of my arm span
growing gills and shark fangs
What's fouler was my torso stripped
to ribbons in a marshlands
let's get this window painted
Down by the river where the litter sits
And lion heart critters smoke dope
I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts
and high social maladjusties
Sacred, numb, and boundless,
went to St. Pono called Kalame Gummy
to some when a tongue was cradled
Pocketbook mirror courtesy Amy
Two spiders and a mattress
Ice grill that could burn through
your picture in picture widescreen
Poison late late show starring
Twelve hour solid gold entertainment
Other shit to sell from other shit to sell
Fake D .D. Patience Space Invader
Just once for the labor days
Worked for rent and rolling papers
Only to illest the beats leak
The daytripper an them goes
Wake, drop, walk to aquarium
Whistle while you work like a canary lung
Makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs
I sorta see it as my last blast
Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics
All airbrushed on a collapsible easel
And I knew the permanency would drift
And I knew the crash and burn
And I knew the gash wasn't
You might think differently after you hear it.
Some damage, low sample delete
Late show, Dave Letterman,
shitty diner, lips like Dutch
leader, see dead lungs, self -destruct
Life sucks, dickhead, lost summers,
Showcasing divinity, live,
Liturgy soaked, the pig lowly,
Wow, what kind of LSD you like?
Your Lizard King has spoken
All hail, you in the back of the muck
Those trails aren't necessarily bum
But I play it smart and recognize
Look here, flash the message
Look here, flash the mes sage
Look here, flash the message
Couldn't do it if I tried
Wouldn't do it if I wanted it
I don't wanna do it anymore
Couldn't do it if I tried
Wouldn't do it if I wanted it
You there, get up, get down now
Hey, get up, get down now
Hey, hey, get up, get down now