Grass Stain

[lost_lostboy]

Well you found a place to land with no joystick in your hand
And curse the sailor's lighthouse that confuses you, and

You crash:
Burn like a passionate kick in the @$$;
Oh, and the grass left a stain on your pants,
But you're alive, you're alive, alive.

All while the fire surrounds you,
Gabriel leans down upon you,
Says, "Are you okay, son?" you say,
"What happened, man?"
And with the tact of a dog he says,

"Well you crashed, man!
Burned like a passionate kick in the @$$;
Oh, and the grass left a stain on your pants,
And you're dead, you're dead, dead alive, haha."

Well it doesn't make much sense that you've been given a second chance,
but nevertheless it's golden that you take no offense,

'Cuz while the fire surrounds you,
Gabriel sits down beside you
And picks up your pants with your
Legs still in 'em,
Dangles 'em before you and says,

"Well you crashed, man!
Here's your legs, over there is your chest;
Oh, and the grass left a stain on your pants,
But you're alive, you're a live, dead."

You crashed:
Burned like a passionate kick in the @$$;
Oh, and the grass left a stain on your pants,
And you're dead, you're dead, alive, dead.