Imaginary Places

[Verse 1: Busdriver]

I'm just here to hold your hand when you die

And to show you around imaginary places

Put money lumps in my bloody stump

And I will have a smile that's a perfect circle

Die in your sleep with the sky at your feet

I'll shoot you when you're happy, on the day that you will find peace

How do you do? I don't know I'm okay

Every person I know is a secret service agent

'Cause I'm accused of lewd conduct

Stole the heart of a prude prom slut

And they got the warrant for my arrest to put me in

The loony bin, the funny farm, because of what I did

[Verse 2: Busdriver]

But I'm just here to hold your hand when you die

There is not a single person who can do it better

No needle skippin in my ecosystem

But in the audience may be an evil Christian

HMO how I hate him so

But they charge me for a halo

But I'm on a scavenger hunt for a lavender chunk

Of the sky, maybe I'll replace it with a mud-pie

I play dead songs on the silk screen

Buy my shirt it is a killed dream

It is known to lead the way to the stairwell

To God's administrative office and a final farewell

[Verse 3: Busdriver]

I'm just here to hold your hand when you die

And to give your assault rifle a banana clip

Glow in the dark when I stroll in the park

Givin everybody informative pamphlets!

No sign of life for as far as I can see

Everybody's just charred meat up in the car seat

Eat shit and die to the secret spy

'Cause I have a funny feeling that I'm being watched

24-hour surveillance

Money or power are ailments

But I send the medical supplies and the shipping

And the handling is way too much, 'cause I'm from the Afterlife

[Verse 4: Busdriver]

I'm just here to hold your hand when you die

It's like I put a cough drop right upon your soft spot

Make Martian clothes out of your garden hose

Turn into a deadly gas blowin' through the air duct

She's not in love but I thought that she was

She doesn't love me 'cause I don't have the right haircut

I misunderstood, I should fix under the hood

But I will not apologize for anything that I've said

My name is Mr. Busdriver, this is the producer Paris

We are not embarrassed to admit that we will perish in

A pit of our own imaginary PLACE!

[Bridge: Busdriver]

Kids, if you want to piss off your parents

Show interest in the arts

Kids, if you really want to piss off your parents

Buy real estate

In an imaginary place

Oh yes

Okay, okay, alright

Yeah

Now, move

[Cuts and scratches: D-Styles]

[Interlude: Busdriver]

I gotta do my shout outs now

Peace to:

[Verse 5: Busdriver]

I'm just here to hold your hand when you die

Paris and Daddy Kev, they'll also be there too

Just here to hold your hand when you die

Of Mexican Descent and Mums The Word will help you

Just here to hold your hand when you die

Freestyle Fellowship and Abstract Rude will help you

I'm just here to hold your hand when you die

Chillin' Villain Empire and Hip Hop Kclan too

[Outro]

I'm just here to hold your hand to die

I'm just here to hold your hand when you

Just here to hold your hand when you die