Hot Cake Lyrics - Your Future Our Clutter - Fall

Ah ah ah oooh 

Hot came the wind 

Hot came the wind 

It was watery 

It was Chino, like last song 

Rolled oats 

A man, a nasty slice of innocent 

Step alligator 

Or near to a skip 

I went into a drip 

I can't open the door 

I can't open the door 

My dialog is stock 

My dialog is stock 

Hot cake 

And John said something 

Bills is on TV 

I can't answer the door 

My dialog is declining 

Oh God 

Oh, a slippy 

And all I got was a slippy floor 

And all I get is a slippy floor 

Hot cake 

Slip, slide 

I can't disagree 

I get Mr. 

I get Mr. 

I get Mr. Spock 

And for the mind 

I get sloppy floor 

And for the mind 

I get slippy floor