Dope Show
shooting blanks
smoking blunts
eyes, face & hands
when will we understand
you can't keep sticking it to the man
fan the flames of sin
where do I even begin again
hopping, rocking no stopping
got clowns to the left of me jokers to the right
playing with the wish bone on the telephone
not sense the days of Jessie James
a vast frontier filled with games
Manson sand the dope show heading off to Buffalo
sitting in the back seat with a two bit whore
screaming out loud for more, more, more
got me on a zip line heading to the sun
shattered glass no one in this life gets a free pass
there's no better high then the Lord up above
cruising down the highway as swift as a dove
there are lines being drawn in the sand
when will we ever live to understand
chase dreams from your hair my pretty one
don't stop, don't stop make ginger pop
homeboy you think a lot
many heads getting burned by the midnight oil
taking too long for the water to boil
crying until our heart seems to scream
Summer times here in the mood for some ice cream
lazy days getting lost in a purple haze
falling a part at the seams
evil schemes
they had me down but I'm still on top
go run to your friends cause they just called a cop
spinning like a top
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