open the door for me,the guy in little shorts is here,he needs a signature my dear and music's trapped in my ear,sonic trance easy chair romance,i wonder what it could be,inspiration in a photograph,i gotta hand it to the cat for that,his image still holds power,cums,devours,screams 100 years later while sport's bars choke on their irrelevant vomit your magic shoots energy like fire comets,society,i dropped my drawers and farted on it,man,all you closed minds why don't you f***in die! feathers on the pavement,floating in the sea wind,chit chat with the mailman he brings me warriors,i put them on the wall and feed off their expressions,sing them songs i got a repor with their knife....holes on the golf course get gofers f***in up their game,it's an animal that can't be tamed,fightin fire with fire,you don't like it? too bad motherf***er you can go eat a pile of shit,operation from a space-ship mind,i got a warrior on my wall tonight who's image still holds power,cums devours bleeds 100 years later...(repeat chorus).....artaud the mo mo....i got a repor with their knife eyes.
