Feb 13, 2005 20:43
all day i dream about fancy glitz and glamour
while i hitchhike to mexico and get left off in alabama
pass the suitcase with the boot lace and that anti-spammer
heat and eat the beans up like your last day in the slammer
like your baby's father i just won't support or pay 'em
popular couplets disintegrate in the air once i say 'em
like back in the day when you used to say "say 'em don't spray 'em"
fate might pave the way but i'm off the road like max mayhem