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well i was chillin’ in the park
not illin’, swillin’ 4_0
(?)
as a drummer get down
(?)
pound the sound of feel (sound of feel)
kickin’ back, checkin’ out the earth’s ceiling
when way up high in the sky with my eye did i spy
that a bird had got the feeling (got the feeling)
that i want, and i wondered why they tried to teach me in school
that a man can’t fly (thas a lie)
grabbed my ess an’ i rolled it, hold it in
soon i can’t control a grin as i spin
into the world_wide premier of my mental movie
explore my brain, mental_plane, feeling groovy (but what!?!)
what should i see in my periphery, it was a p_i_g
and he’s looking at me (d_g)
i didn’t see what the problem could be
chill p_e_a_c_e fully hurting n0body (hurt n0body)
he’s coming closе with his hand at his waist
when then i blast wit’ no further hastе
with a can of mace
to the pig’s disgrace
to the face, strait_man!

to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
straight to the head
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
straight to the head
so i was chillin’ with my girly, mr. furley on the t.v
and d_mn, the sigh of janet got me feeling kinda freaky
she’s eyeing jack, so i guess that’s that
we need to find a spot to get hot and to consummate
a love that’s great as well (that’s swell!)
“let’s hit the bath, quick!” she says, i’m mad thick
thinkin, “man o man! do i love em catholic!”
we hit the stairs excited as can be
but then what do i see, her p_a_r_e_n_t_s, distress
just cuz she’s young, they hung_up
and got i don’t know what up they b_tt
but i know that its crampin’ my flow
then i hear a voice that’ll chill my bones: it’s her mom’s from downstairs
erects my neck’s hairs
“no closed doors girl, you know it’s true!”
man, i’m sittin’ here, my sack is turnin’ blue
“if you wanna hold something, you can hold a hand
now get down here right now, young lady, understand!”
…d_mn
i didn’t see what the problem could be
i’m just tryin’ to make a little bit of l_o_v…e
she and her generation used to say “all you need is love”
all i want’s a little bit my way (little bit my way)
my girl was p_ssed, bout to snap, oh her face
then she pulled my pants to the ground
then her mother made a sound
as we did it to her face
your disgraced, strait_man!
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
straight to the head
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
straight to the head

now i’m sittin’ at work cleanin’ tables like a jerk
i can’t believe that a minute could go, so, slow… (oh!)
call me a bus_boy, treat me like pus
joy is hidden, forbidden
all emotion i’m hostin’ mad ideas inside of me
head fillin’ with anxiety
as i dump the food from the plate to the bin, hate within
starts to rise, as the food begins to symbolize
all the time i waste
moan! groan!
i gave away the only thing i ever owned
starin’ in my eye, each french_fry seems to cry, “an opportunity wasted where you could’ve gotten high!”
the lettuce, how they bled us
the tomato, their blood that i hate so
cucumber, countless hours lost of lovely slumber
scrambled eggs, like the dregs of society
the bacon like the pigs always on my back, man they tryin’ me
uh, the orange juice, a noose around my neck
the grapefruit like a grenade that could blow any sec
the french toast, watch the dark syrup ooze
reminds me of a wrench most violent used
the smiley_faced pancakes
the point where a man breaks
…i need a break
so i go out back for a smoke
but who should get my back?
it’s the boss, braniac
that’s how he is, and that’s how he’ll be
i see him comin’ and i get ready (here he be)
“drugorious! haven’t we gone over this?
when you slack at work you cheat yourself, no pride or self esteem to receive
have faith in what you do!
you’ll go forward and achieve
and fill yourself with pride and satisfaction and how
so get back inside and clean those tables now”

ah_ha
now i see what the problem must be
all these fools with they rules tryin’ to let me not be me (let me not be free)
but d_g knows that when you lie, you die
and now i’m gonna have to say goodbye (and then)
i saw the place in a whole different way
control went away as i spray

to the face, strait_man
straight to the head!
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
straight to the head
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
to the head, strait_man
straight to the head

- the o bklyn

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