Walking down the street I can feel the tension Everybody on me like I'm some kinda suspect It's gotten me to thinkin' life's some kinda survival Hell, that'll be the day when love is my rival Get me on a plane to the Himalayas I'll find a little ruby to waste my time with and...
Paint me a picture And make it the devil We'll run down the hole if The roof ain't level
Domino Domino
Well, I'm shit outta luck today man Now I'm callin' in my favors Seems that I can't chew on whipped cream Without me wakin' up some neighbor who'll...
Paint me a picture And make it the devil We'll run down the hole if The roof ain't level Domino's fallin' Black spiders spinnin' The white gloves flashin' And I ain't winnin'
Domino Domino
Paint me a picture And make it the devil We'll run down the hole if The roof ain't level Domino's fallin' Black spiders spinnin' The white gloves flashin' And I ain't winnin'
Standing high on beacons hill Oh looking down on patton's pill Oh, top notch hop scotch Hodgey podge Welcome to the western lodge Moriah
Death will seem sir, real soon In the sunshine afternoon Kings and pawns are jumping lawns For mary kay and lemon grass prawns Think top notch hop scotch Marky mark Welcome to the western lark
Moriah
Frankincence and checkerboard squares can Hardly live with peoples stares Kings and pawns are jumping lawns For mary kay and lemon grass prawns And top notch hop scotch Hodgey podge Welcome to the western lodge Moriah
Take a shot at the clown Don't worry he's down His life is a joke Can't hurt you he's broken He prayed once to god God gave him the nod "just do like you do We're lauging at you"
Hahahaha
Take a shot at the clown Don't worry he's down His life is a joke
Can't hurt you he's broken Can't hurt you he's broken Don't worry he's broken Don't worry he's broken Apart
Gods on the roof cast a shadow No living proof from the sun Remember when mothballs were candy You wouldn't take shit from no one
The milk is sour and the words profound The babes in the woods are all cowlic bound Dreams are nixed Blessings are mixed And the road to the slaughterhouse Soon to be fixed
The tide falls back with the bones it's found The night sits waiting because the world is round All good things lost in time
Now the audience dozes at the drop of a dime
The milk is sour and the words profound The babes in the woods are all cowlic bound The tempo's false The boymilk waltz Has the ushers in the aisles doing sommersaults