When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe You get whipflash under the bridge Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin Get the squeegee and it´s easy to be me Clean my boots and I´m still feelin´ homeless Your brother is deader than a phone machine With a bucket of green piss And I´m tryin´ not to look at Satan making love to a dishrag So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town Do me a favor -- don´t stick around ´Cause my kneecaps are turnin´ slightly brown
Let´s be doin´ it right
Comin´ down in a cold ass fashion And the people don´t breathe Comin´ down in a cold ass fashion Steppin´ in the beefsteak Comin´ down in a cold ass fashion And the mayonnaise comes Comin´ down in a cold ass fashion Black Twinkie
Gettin´ all caught up in a taste test An´ it all basically tastes like crap I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin I can pick my own nose and put it back in I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice Smoke a pack of whiskey with Jesus Christ
I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous
And the sweat is Day-Glo Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin Took out my eyeballs an´ put ´em in a condom Your daddy´s got laxatives on his brain Gettin´ sappy in the back of a train Mojo weedwhacker cuttin´ yer space Hot dogs rottin´ in the bottom of a suitcase And your mouth, it smells like hair gel I love you but you don´t know how to spell Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes And there ain´t nothin´ like the real artificial
O.G. -- original glue-sniffer
Comin´ down in a cold ass fashion And the people don´t breathe Comin´ down in a cold ass fashion
As you´re biting my sandwich Comin´ down in a cold ass fashion Smear me sauce [?] Comin´ down in a cold ass fashion [???] donut [?]
Uh, wait...
Talkin´ about a cold ass fashion [x16]
[The following four lines are spoken at various times over the above:] Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (?) [Backwards:] [???] up your ass [Backwards:] [???] hot dog
It´s like forty pounds of avocado sauce Smeared across your boss You know what I´m sayin´? You dunno when it´s comin´ You know, it´s like forty-five horses Runnin´ through the graveyard In yellow panties That is cold fashion