Paper Straws
Iguana Death Cult
3:08Wandering and whistling Like stuck in a daydream A shot of pure pleasure Right into my bloodstream It's so nice Sunrise Daze in my mind I liquify as I Make my way downtown Squirm through the cracks Of my wonderful playground I see the blue skies Tears in my eyes Liquified I've grown a little tired of my shape Like a feather swaying in the breeze or outta space Drop on the heads Of malicious misfits Kiss all their faces They seem like they need it The solid state rut Deprived of love Pink maracuja Ans waltzing beluga's Walking my peacock But I'm not meshuga Neon poetry See God see me Liquified I've grown a little tired of my shape Like a feather swaying in the breeze or outta space