My face is lubricated
Molten lava fill your face with gasoline
Kegs are roasting with the wind whipping my teeth
??? temperature
Furniture??
I walked around without my teeth
s**ing on gangrene??
Blowing down??
????
I don't know where you are
By the way I am dying with my freedom
I got me spinach, riding the biscuits
???
?? rolling in the sky
Then we picked out some fish out of the trash
And then we grilled them until they were charred, burnt
I just seen a big ol' piece of meat in the kitchen
And I bit off my foot and then I ran
Ran, ran, ran, ran, ran
Crawling, I'm tired of crawling!
And I am bleeding on my new suit