كلمات Cold Joint

Your meat's gone bad, but you serve it cold Waitress got her pants on the donkey But tiger told her to get tighter Maybe you should smoke cigar Then you can fill up a room When I was a kid my hobby was killing flies Wearing pearls and rabbit ears I carried a plastic gun Now it's passed lo, these many years And you can't take step one I've been hiding out in houses that have never been seen I've been coming back from places where you've never been Yellow kid he's a big thing Walking south and strutting stink Out walking and wouldn't stop With the long gong rick to thank Gonna dump the supply on the bald lips and blanks Sucking chum and a bummin' change, wiping cream on his mange [It's bullshit cuz we're not that way. Cuz everybody's wonderful] The axe fell from the big desk and I was double parked Outside of juvenile court And you were trapped inside You like to have someone tell you what to do Whether you do it or not