astheancienthawaiiansusedtosay

hit the dope

then i go like otto rocket

we do it large

they polly pocket

venue never big enough for the block

it's hard to stop

i could never slow up

up against a white wall i don't show up

ask about interests

i don't know nothing

but breathing every day some way or another

the dash to the grave is the one i fell in love with

lay my corpse down

but don't you dare weep

when its time for me to sleep

wrap me up in organic sheets

light me and give the world heat

when i'm gone

look at me as meat

feed me to the animals

in terms of doing

it's the least i could do after all

we never gave a fuck about them

so why would they give a fuck about us?

we never gave a fuck about them

so why would they give a fuck about us?