bong gurgling, bong toking gasp A strange lie Awakes in quiet South Station And balls in my window That falls from the sky And walking through fields Of quiet frustration While hanging with dishrags And that makes us fine When I crawled through a pipe Without hesitation To a place where a colour Went over my eyes When I got to that place They reached for my face They liiiieeeeeddddd Hahahahahaha... Disarray cowboys With weed for our weasels That were ridin on horses That blew on my balls And I tried to convince them That I was just leaving They yanked out my entrails And sprawled on the wall And the dreams and their scrotum And they were believing When I found myself naked In the suburban mall I rolled on my side And I knew they had lied So I lied... A messenger came With the news from the valley Of twenty five pimps Who collapsed on the lawn And strangely enough The illicit vibrations Encoded with light rays That walk through the dawn And I asked them to tell me Without meditation They led me through hillsides Where all life was gone When I got to that place I fell on my face Cos they lieeedddddd... bong related coughing
bong, lied, liiiieeeeeddddd, lieeedddddd, dishrag