[ Featuring The Pathet Lao ]
Time, yo, tee two, six fifteen
Highway to hell, inhaling laced toxins
Death on my head, like life ain't no options
Cooked to order half raw concoction
Unfortunate abortions we auctioned
Highest bidder with a green card
You could bill it to the game, forgot about the charge
Dressed to impress, spot camouflage
I'm I really there, or just a mirage?
Disappeared reappear Cuban cigars
In the air suicide summersaults
Slight tear, time fabric fine cloths
Twilight bright, attracting moths
Clumsily drop cuts, I'm a klutz
Philly stacking chips with utz
Difference boy you just ain't us
Soar let fester, oozing hush
A what death?
What, what, what a death?
What a death?
What, what a, what a death?
What death?
What, what, what a death?
What a death?
What, what a, what a death?
Sunless summer, land of sand
Dapper Clubber Lang fan calm I am
Thirty eight of Sam
Drive-by caravan, brought the fam
For spinach, pop you can
It's just business, part of the scam
No floorpan, Flintstone's scram
Relentless practice, spam
Peanut butter jam, sacrificial lambs
Slip on vans, fire power, contra blam
Sega's sixteen bit, altered man
Gunfight frying pan, crispy and
Signal demands, wave of a hand
Ritual a rant next, avalanche
Wingspan avalanche, France bunny ranch
Trees disbranch, executive branch
A what death?
What, what, what a death?
What a death?
What, what a, what a death?
What death?
What, what, what a death?
What a death?
What, what a, what a death?
Can, can he understand what I'm saying?
Doesn't matter, we're going to blank his memory
Can, can he understand what I'm saying
Doesn't matter, we're going to blank his memory anyway
Well I think we should lose the arm
What, what do you think Johnson?
Power up
