Lyrics:
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
I live my life like a hurricane
Twenty-four-seven 'til I go insane
I'm on a rocket to heaven
Everybody loves me
I'm surrounded by people
Wishing
KIll the ones that speak from a different life
Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment...
Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
Cinematic, take it right back
With a bottle of perfume lotion
Where'd you come from talking like that?
Butterfly from the bottom of the ocean
Rocket died dead on Monday
By Tuesday he was in the ground
Rocket died dead on Monday
His guitar was all they found
(it made no sound?)
I'm walking
of the bottle do the thinking
Can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding
This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you
'Round some people living their life in bottles
Granddaddy had the golden flask
Backstroke every day in Chicago
Some people like the way it feels
past not knowing
How to cry
And selling my dad's Oxy
Just for money to get by
Running from the pain
And the fear
Of our bottle rocket
Teenage years
We
you see a head a-peeping from a crawdad hole
If you see somebody climbing up a telephone pole
Baby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
I'm
been a ticking
Now she's finger lickin' to the man
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
And only stopping by on his way to a better world
I'm turning up
Like a rocket in the sky, we'll take it all off
To a place where pure discretion is the means
Where the universe is yours and made for
my bottle, filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had
you see a head a-peeping from a crawdad hole
If you see somebody climbing up a telephone pole
Baby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
I'm
(Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine)
Candy man, candy man
(Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine)
Sweet, sugar, candy man
I met him
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice
In the church where the weddin's had been, yeah
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door
I got your picture, I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
When the lights go
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
them 50 bottles got to go
See juice and gin used to be my friend from the begin
And now I'm just a player sipping sauce every now and then
To catch
Candle in the water, drifting helplessly
Hiding from the thunder, come and rescue me
Driven by the hunger of the endless dream
I'm searching for
I'm turning up
Like a rocket in the sky, we'll take it all off
To a place where pure discretion is the means
Where the universe is yours and made for
broad day
By a craze lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository
Where the President would go for
On the streets where the streetcars
Are squeaking through the morning
The flags that are raised start to wave
Goodbye to the old people
Gathered by
Lay the fibers side by side
And you'll begin to understand
I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's comin' for me
Comin' for me
Mm-mm (I
I'm not there
It is what it is dawg, man life's not fair
Yo' friends shoulda known not to front 'round here
You see, kid, where I'm from, the wolves
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