Apocalypse Hoboken - Dick Van Dyke lyrics

Punch that mule in it's mouth Let it know it's place Shove your s** down my throat Cuz I like the taste On top a Mexican sun I'm shooting gold with style Barefoot in Hollywood Too stoned to fake a smile A plea for help a cry for better days Assimilation of another type another close shave Gone for good your baby's built for speed Hold your breathe and let your mind breathe Kick that boy in the c*nt Just to watch his face s**ing love through a straw Blind in a cloud of mace Black tar resin smoke I like your JuJu bees Part the seas with a grunt You got us on our knees I won't say I want it Cuz I gotta have it