Looking up to the sky Made me realize; made me want to fly To a place far away Where they're singing songs and making love all day
Somewhere beyond the sun Where an adam splits and announces a tongue
: So don't you be late I see the beacon light and it's on So strap on my jammy pack
Fuel it up, 'cause I'm gone
The people all dance With their big long arms and a peach in their pants Picking fruit from the sky As the demon ship goes passing them by I'm not sure if it's love But it's coming down from the heavens above
: So don't you be late I see the beacon light, and it's on So strap on that jammy pack
Fuel it up, 'cause I'm gone
So don't you be late I see the beacon light, and it's on So strap on that jammy pack
I'm flyin (flying) in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
i'm seein' (seein') the future, the past as i lay the present to waste
i'm scopin' (scopin') all these feelings i have and hopin' for them to come true and i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby i'm holdin' you
i'm breathin' (breathin') the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxygen
i'm climbin' (climbin') the walls to where good and evil make a mends
i'm trippin writhin' and squealing, pewkin' looking for someone like you and i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby i'm holdin' you
(solos)
I'm flyin' (flyin') in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
i'm seein' (seein') the future, the past as i lay the present to waste
i'm scopin' (scopin') all these feelings i have and hopin' for them to come true and i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby i'm holdin' you
and i'm holdin' somethin' more precious than fine ore, baby i'm holdin' you
like a japanese cowboy or a brother on skates like a blizzard in Georgia or a train runnin' late i call out your name girl in the heat of the night and nobody answers coz somethin' ain't right
breakfast at Shawny's at $2.99 saved me me some money and eased up my mind i'm walkin' in circles and feelin' the pain i'm tossin' and turnin' and cryin' in vain
like a japanese cowboy or a brother on skates like a blizzard in Georgia or a train runnin' late i call out your name girl in the heat of the night and nobody answers coz somethin' ain't right
here we go.. (solo)
i'm ridin' at midnight and crossin' the line from the rain in my windshield and the tears in my eyes now the bedroom is empty and i spent my last dime and the lovers are leavin' i got nothin' but time i got you on my mind
like a japanese cowboy or a brother on skates like a blizzard in Georgia or a train runnin' late i call out your name girl in the heat of the night and nobody answers coz somethin' ain't right
my dinner's on fire while she watches tv and if you ever wondered what it's like to be me she takes all my money and leaves me no smokes yells at my buddies and insults my folks i'm breaking my back doin the best i can she's got time for the dog and none for her man well i'm no dope, but i can't cope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a rope
chorus you can.... piss up a rope and you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin pack your bag, i don't need the agg on your knees you big booty bitch start suckin you ride my ass like a horse and a saddle now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle and i can't cope, piss up a rope
you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble you can piss up a rope and watch me giggle for the last 6 months i've been packing your bag you can wash my balls with a warm wet rag till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk i'm sick of your mouth and your 2% milk and i'm no dope, but i've lost all hope so hit the fuckin road and piss up a rope
