Pink Bat

My batteries are low

Please change my Triple A batteries

Peace sign, be a time

Be a part of the grind

And if I'm gonna say it

With a hole in the bottom

What I want said

I really want it in line

Even though, dear God

She just wanna blend

Be a max

Take a ball of wax

Off backs

Until it’s comin’ from our hand

Can I foresee the dimes?

A cross on the ceiling

There’s a boner on the horse

You wish I’d ride

Now I pulled into line

To do-see-do

Pulled by for a look

For a little bit of light

See the boss

Cause hе’s gonna ride my mind

She’s gone tonight

Bе enforced with the rack

Cause she’s going to dododo

To the peni for the petal in the eyes

That is right, Mr. Cool

I don’t listen to you

Motor mouth talkin’ shit

When you’re livin’ up the

Corpse of a body

Of a simian that is dead

And the crime for eternal

And his soul is a hole in my mind

That I leave with a fore

And it’s a forehead traction

Too blue, sight feel

Full and a bullet for the real...

She’ll get it sail

Look into it

Rip your mind out

The big sail

Rip your tail

We’re drivin’ in a no wind

What you find

What you need...

All you wanna do is shit and breed

"A tea bag, ha ha ha."