| Dibble Dabble
 paint on my pants ink on my hands  drugs are bad dope is good scrawled on a wall in Hollywood you can’t take no more, what are you giving you say you’re Christian how are you living I don’t like you you’re too old your eyes are empty your soul’s cold my lights are off my doors closed making beats to the sound of the streets murder mayhem no sir yes ma’am oh boy body slam fight club no love bear fist no glove Immortal no blood white collar ring around the tub too fresh rub a dub, dub 14 karat on clasp put away the claps up in here we snap like lunatics on acoustic instilments the blocks in limbo the earth just moved this is what had happened, pricked my finger on a hatpin hand me a napkin I feel a tremble in my thimble  where did... |