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