The Greatest Pac-Man Victory in History

[Chorus]

Get up to get down now

Get up to get down now (like this)

Get up to get down now (like this)

Get up to get down now (alright)

I don't wanna do it anymore

Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it

Hey

I don't wanna do it anymore

Couldn't do it if I tried...

[Verse 1]

Okay

The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them

No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem

Lucy was in the sky with diamonds

Five dollars to hold them

The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars

Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling

Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer

Back to back like Mad Hatter magic

Rabid mastif collaborative

Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit

(Dark days)

Banded Louie-Louie

(Park blades)

Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater

Good morning Vietnam

Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch?

I'm sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit

There was this rabid foot talismen drowning out of my armspan

What's fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs

What's fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands

But I'm up now

Let's get this window pane and shut the fuck down

Down by the river where the litter sits

And lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates

I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties

Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie

Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy

Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy

Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialated eyes green

Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen

Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face

Twelve hour solid gold entertainment

Other shit to sell from other ships that sell they DD paper

(Space Invader)

This one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers

Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox

The daytripper anthem goes: "Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium."

Whistle while you work like a canary lung

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs

I sorta see it as my last flash summer

Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers

Good times, good people

All airbrushed on a collapsible easel

Peace man, easy

[Bridge]

And I knew the permanancy would drift

And I knew the ph balance wasn't right

And I knew the crash and burn, how to caress it

L.S.D. flashed the message

And I knew the gash wasn't gonna stop bleeding

And I knew the ph balance wasn't right

And I knew how September would then affect it

L.S.D.

[Verse 2]

Lazy summer days

Like some decrepit land shark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded

Last sturdy domino leans secluded

Don't let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students

Dragnet lifer solutions

Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links

Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved

Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking

lemmings

Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses

Some do let sleeping dogs lie still

Don't look so damn lackluster

Suck defeat

Love some damage, load sample delete

Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch

Low self-discipline leader seek dead lung self-destruct

Life sucks dickhead

Lost summer's display laminate showcasing divinity

Live system definitive

Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight

Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like?

Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

You in the back, get them up, those trails are necessarily bumped

(Summertime)

Some'll try and recapture the same flag

But I played it smart and recognized the summertime passed

[Chorus]