things i dream
cunninlynguists
i had a dream and it was so strange
i had a dream and it was so strange
my angel's just a devil from shoulder to shoulder pacin'
fillin' my gaze with hate
eyes cold as alaskan basements
aimed at records for targets while labels look like the masons
i hang around outside of they buildin' amongst the vagrants
but cocked back is the priority
cops just stop where they stand
as i proceed to beat the publishing up outta this man
tellin' him get the fuck up!" they yellin "how could he stand?"