Igniting flames of flare
The wafering rocks shed from her thoughts as they did from the mountain and even the water here tastes bitter... but the Pink Lipgloss Gang is in a frenzy combat with society, and it's anti chic sloppiness. Are you ready for blastoff? I'm so clever, I couldn't be better. I stare to the sky, the only thing left open wide. Wouldn't it be nice if we were kings and queens, served to by royally rich things... demands would be in our hands, the land would be for our plan and we could choose to loose the laws with blues... we could get twisted on the atlantic and accumulate the froth of socialite blabber at it's finest. Some call it classic, but that's just the half of it. Steer clear of the muck, good luck. I'll buck, you fuck, let's shuck. The deer said here lay there for care, my dear-stay here, in pair for leer. I'm just as guilty as your mother and her whorish spread legs. Gimmie a charmer, trailer trash is simply unacceptable. It ain't trickin' if you got it. Pass me the poison... Sit your hips and bat your eyes, this window seal is guarding artists and dreamers. Rise in elevation to every destination, bring me the medication. Seein' more third rate action than ever before. Drench my hair through the stream, un dia caliente is in beam. California dreamin' - I just never will reveal it all and my honey knows for sure I'll never call. He says my ripped tights plague his thoughts... bare boned and lit, I run this shit. And if you choose to curse, burst, or act a fool - it's up to you, you have no rules. I'm a gonzo baby and my boobs are too big, I don't understand why you don't understand. I'm a bimbo floozie with harlots and hookers hidden under my hussys... The flat lands have caused my social life to kapoot, and the only thing left to do is sit here. My flashlight is bubble popping through my imagination, what's a girl to do? We're all just animals anyway. Slammered to a 12 x 14 mocha painted room, bound by deranged figures and adolescent rulings. Still tripping on mind hiccups and 22 hour road trips. Missing Venice beach and all of it's affiliates, she blows a bit of the hard stuff.
I don't need make up or a social status...
Wishing from a cell within a well
I map dwell with a plea
Trader village bargain the fee
The swap is worth indefinite glee
All yi set free
All yi with me
Oblivion soaked and struck by despite
I will infinitely fight the blast of moving too fast
Cheers and mazel tov to my stash of hope in mind
Pity for all my haters in line
Loyally yours, admirably theirs,
Faith runs with the clock of time
Don't check the line
We'll be fine, we'll be fine
Wishing from a cell within a well I built with neglect
Much like I'm livin for Jesus Christ but givin' no respect.