[Ceschi] Late at night, while resting sticky eyed, sirens cyberf** me And it's been this way since hell froze over in 1813 One could, stood for colored vists, discovered California gold In the mouths of horny non-gangster rappers from Vallejo What a funny f**ing feeling to be s**ed into you whole As the sun is screamin mercy while children step on it's toes What a dirty f**ing feeling when our naked skin collides In the middle of the day as your father is gardening I'm afraid it's an optical illusion That you look so innocent tonight