Loose Nuts On The Velandrome

Last night you and I we gathered berries with a flashlight

Wide-eyed journeyed into scriptures giving me the insight

All of the persons to be breeded never had a skateboard or even a red light

We are needles in the karma greedy with the insight

Now we're hiding in your bedroom listening for dark spots

(really really loud)

little little crippled devil everybody makes of of him when he's in the stop light

Kool-aid you can stop pretending accidental washing always play your face to the right

fast tricks tripping down a kayak sequence into the fast night,

one more time,

you are poor