Rude Max - Behind Bohemian Grove lyrics

[Hook] Oh no I don't know if i could ever make it out the house without the feeling i am so stoned And i don't know, if i could ever meet the needs you need to be the best thing they've ever seen upon the throne In my dome , the place i tend to call home, it's my land, the place i dug most of my holes I've found hope inside a chest behind bohemian grove, where all the kids are sacrificed and buried with their bones When i die, life is opened up, let's fly We'll meet the angels in the sky, cause we're oh so high I'm gotta do what i do until the day that i die And show the world that i'm someone, not the average guy I ask, why am i the one to say goodbye I'm not Einstein, how could i have read signs It's my life, it's beautiful in my eyes It goes by, but never seems to get fine The apple pie, i wanna slice that's deep fried Handed to me by that ba*tard paul divine It's not july but my birthday's the 6th again It's on a saturday, so i hope we bout trip again I wanna know all the things that i've never known And go to all the places, that i'll probably never go And hopefully man i'll find another empty lot Where i can post up, and roll another joint of pot [Hook] Oh no I don't know if i could ever make it out the house without the feeling i am so stoned And i don't know, if i could ever meet the needs you need to be the best thing they've ever seen upon the throne In my dome , the place i tend to call home, it's my land, the place i dug most of my holes I've found hope inside a chest behind bohemian grove, where all the kids are sacrificed and buried with their bones I'll probably rot, the needles in my arm veins Cataclysmic brain shooting up next to barf stains Sitting on the floor watching tweeters tweak out Without a doubt i watched him pout until they all start to shout No more poker, texas hold em, f** the games, and the old ones We're the kings, drinking cold ones, burning blunts, now we're golden I can show you how to fold em, anti up, bet and hold em Then we take em out back, beat em up, thanks for nothing Somethings gotta happen next, probably more annoying texts Begging me to smoke meth or hang and have a lot of s** Either way i'm not down, recently i've changed sounds Switched it up a little cause i'm feeling more alone now The silence is a good thing, violence always come back I'll find myself waking up, drunk where all the bums at I'm slowing moving towards the light, d**h is watching every night The numbness in my hands can only mean i'm bout to come to life [Hook] Oh no I don't know if i could ever make it out the house without the feeling i am so stoned And i don't know, if i could ever meet the needs you need to be the best thing they've ever seen upon the throne In my dome , the place i tend to call home, it's my land, the place i dug most of my holes I've found hope inside a chest behind bohemian grove, where all the kids are sacrificed and buried with their bones