Songtext von Mind Is a Cone

My mind is a cone Everything important gets stuck in the horn I’m barreling down body part blvd With my head down I’m feeling pretty good about my chances My mind is my baby My body is a piece of paper I fold it up, I stuff it down I fold it up, I stuff it down Oh no! Not again I got the key but the padlock is bent Kick can circling I kick back with the candy bar soda kids I had one hundred gold thoughts that I hung from my poor man’s guilt And one by one I retire them I fold them up and bury them under my winter-kill I will make you a bet I can hit this American nail on the head My thoughts are so bloated I’m like a book that got wet Oh no! Not again I got the key but the padlock is bent I had one hundred gold thoughts that I hung from my poor man’s guilt And one by one I retire them I fold them up and bury them under my winter-kill As hard as it may seem to get some relief From all these cold calls that I get I take my lamb and I break its legs I wrap it up and bury it under my winter kill I left my bag on the four heading downtown I broke my legs running after it I lost my mind heading southbound on I-5 I wrap it up and bury it under my winter-kill