Flying, until I'm dying.
My hand, timing. Kick it in the air,
Prying, you ain't trying.
I'm cold, lying. Dude, I'm still aware.
Riding, the rail I'm grinding
while I'm rhyming sh** you wouldn't dare.
Flyin' over fences, I can see a little house.
Entering the places following the white mouse.
Going down the stairs, leaping like a looney louse.
Smirking and I'm jerking in the dungeon of the cows.
sh**ting, until I'm fitting
into a sphere, which is kinda bad.
b**hing, I ain't trippin'
I'm just a queer singing in a band.
Pleading, I'm proof-reading.
I'm like a spear, take it in your hand.
Flyin' over fences, I can see a little house.
Entering the places following the white mouse.
Going down the stairs, leaping like a looney louse.
Smirking and I'm jerking in the dungeon of the cows.
Hey man, what's that sound?
That's a penis in your mouth.
Hey man, what's that smell?
That's a co*k inside your tail.
Smothering a deaf child!
Right here, right now,
gathering the bile.
This song is very fnord,
and I'm f**ing embarra**ed of it.