1900
1
A star, on star, how they fall out the sky,
Poloing each other as cut as a knife,
Leaning as to capture, a Halloween mask,
Plenty of beetles down, posting guard of each fan,
Angels like thugs, trading catch for the boy band,
Heroes like bloods, standing back to take his hand,
No ticket, No skates, a funky attitude,
Turning how bad they want neat, sharper blades in the group,
Oh no, just as I began to step out,
Another hit song, needing money from the tour around,
Traditionally, Pauling is said to say what he sees,
But I dig the backwards, X-clan of the feet,
However trained, the right boy will lay in black,
Dungeons of the dragon, circles smoked honest 6-pack,
Fellowship of the lottery, but chaps had encroached,
A big ugly bug, paddling against national breast strokes,
In this state of mind, U sit there mad and rest up,
In exchange against crime, U stay in the cave of church folks,
What they all do in the forest, when they go out there,
Comes back to the DJ house, where blood is shared.
