Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought Dancing in my underpants I'm gonna run for government I'm gonna form a covers band and all And back there by the baby grand Did Mr. Winter Wonderland say "Come here, kid, we really need to talk"? I fantasize,

Was born with a song inside of me Never question why We're running out of it On the day that I die I wanna to say that I Until the very end 'Cause I believe that I And as time goes by Was a man who really lived and never compromised

I can, I can, I can I will, I am gon' count out them bands I bought a brand new time piece And it came with a bad bitch pants I bought a Pyrex pot put it next to my wrist And I look at it dance Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer Percocet, molly, and xans

Awaken, ruinous fiend of early generations Your rotting corpse is restored Straighten your limbs, brush off the dust Withered bandages restrain you no more Severed heads accent the gates Bones emerge from the sands Proof of your reign remains I, your

Living in a life that few could understand Sometimes it gets so confusing that I don't know where I am But I always know who I'm with I'm with the band Last night in Memphis Tonight in New Orleans Tomorrow I'll be miles from here Ain't nothing to me,

Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say

(Jay) Fuck that (This is it right here baby) You know what it is Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the matchin' bandana 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

I've got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on Got those swollen-hand blues I got thirteen channels of shit on the

Running out of control Take you walking on a highwire crazy No net down below It’s gonna get a little too far out there Just you wait and see Come swimming in the flames with me Love you like a wildfire Ain’t nothing ‘bout loving me Is gonna be easy