Well, I'm gonna ride a saber tooth horse through the Hollywood hills. The farther west, the farther out. Yeah, that's the way I feel. Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals.
Give it up to this planet full of strife. We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife. With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap. The cups went up like a natural fact.
Deep inside the soul hole. Of Mother Earth. Father Time came. With a supersonic supersonic burst. . His soul monkey sperm tribes. Racing to be first. Her ruby fruit jungle.