They say the story, and I hope it don't bore ya,
About they day I was a horse,
He said I've been a mourning and a better be a coming,
And he changed into a horse.
Where'd he go?
I don't know.
What's he on?
Something strong.
What is it?
Dipshit.
I'll take him on a cocaine trip.
He walks his house with a big bad mouth,
And he swallowed all my friends,
So I let him in and rescued the gang,
And he started up again,
He got kinda tricky as the silence went shitty,
I was going on the bed,
He forgot little streaks and how everything would changed that,
This might never end.