no guns, no bombs and no diseases, no hungry mouths to feed. From a distance, we are instruments, matching in a common band, playing songs of hope, playing
he the man when I'm really a Thundercat Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns My gohans don't match that But it matches
Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock So shook, I could walk a half a block
giving pardons soon Strike a match, light the chandelier This bedroom is a ballroom now Strike a band, make the dead dance This room is filled with corpses in costumes Strike a band
I'm really a Thundercat Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns My gohans don't match that But it matches
be alright', a foolish song, without a tune i see no land i see no end there's no way out or in frustration fans the burning bands i want my home again
girlfriends One bedroom apartments in the town that we grew up in And all my friends are in bar bands I don't know how it happened I hope it pays the
a field Pass out in my vehicle Hope I wake up in a world more agreeable Hope I wake aboard an unidentified flying object or a reject Enterprise A Starfleet
alright', a foolish song, without a tune i see no land i see no end there's no way out or in frustration fans the burning bands i want my home again
and a queen must smile." Then hark a?? just then Hamlet hears a sound From behind the curtain a?? like a mouse skitt'rin' a?round. But it's really
, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band
a crooked, cracked fang You always hoped one day you'd be mine Threw our fathers on funeral pyres I'm not sure that we were playing a game Busted gasket in a
or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel
under rugs Til' I get something like a crowd of cats mumbling my words Show me some heart, let me tug (Slug: Give me a pound or a hug) Hear the sound like a
Seratooo promo sexual laptop A hollow existence in a bottle Ya' sip sip and swallow I tripped quick then followed a path that made sense Started out with a live band