I lick my brain in silence. Rather squeeze my head instead. Midget man provoking violence. Listen not to what I said. . I said, please calm it down. Everything is turning brown.
The wind is howling and the time is right for fear. In the emergence in the phosphorescent tears. And all the hippies gonna lick the mind of God?. They've already been immersed in the wad.
Mister, would you please help my pony?. He's over there behind the tree. He's down in the dirt, would you help him?. I think it's his lung. . Mister would you please help my pony?.
Biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo. Biddley bah boo bow. . Mister Richard Smoker. You're a poopy poker. Chardonnay and cocaine. In the spa. . Cigarettes and coffee breath.
I don't know who you are. Don't know who you want to be. When I carbonate the test tube. Then you won't see me. . I got a twin cab diesel combo. It takes me where I want to go.