Bong Song

(bong gurgling, bong toking gasp)

A strange lie

Awakes in quiet South Station

And balls in my window

That falls from the sky

And walking through fields

Of quiet frustration

While hanging with dishrags

And that makes us fine

When I crawled through a pipe

Without hesitation

To a place where a colour

Went over my eyes

When I got to that place

They reached for my face

They liiiieeeeeddddd

Hahahahahaha...

Disarray cowboys

With weed for our weasels

That were ridin' on horses

That blew on my balls

And I tried to convince them

That I was just leaving

They yanked out my entrails

And sprawled on the wall

And the dreams and their scrotum

And they were believing

When I found myself naked

In the suburban mall

I rolled on my side

And I knew they had lied

So I lied...

A messenger came

With the news from the valley

Of twenty five pimps

Who collapsed on the lawn

And strangely enough

The illicit vibrations

Encoded with light rays

That walk through the dawn

And I asked them to tell me

Without meditation

They led me through hillsides

Where all life was gone

When I got to that place

I fell on my face

'Cos they lieeedddddd...

(bong related coughing)