the red morning sun I spit on the cock of passion My heart beating in your head But I leave coke in the front bed Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw Sting
wave of denial tossed and torn and hung, drawn prang dawn i'm parachutin into paranoia and crash landing with a dizzy spin my lover looks like gruesome goya and my minds off it my
I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I've made a mess But my loyalty supply hints ??? And
And so I shall now confide all that I once denied Oh I'm so sorry for the things I've done O my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging After
Induce the red morning sun I spit on the cock of passion My heart beating in your head I leave coke in the front bed Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw Sting
on it, wowowowowowowowowo!! A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga [Big Bank Hank] I'm Big Bank, I am the Chief I got a lot of raps but I'll be real I never
