it was around about mid night when they let me out a broken centaur, with a path lit bright. resonnating with the freaks of nature home and garden combed cant find a sofa you cant sleep on if you know cot in the night lounge on a curb.. sentimental nothing words, noone can refirm.. cant speed up and cant slow down made 27 streets 27 nurseries round town. yella yella, got the blues victory aint sweet if you harvest too soon and victory aint victory if their aint no fruits of you labour, lumber slumber, but your mind is weak. whos chasing the chooks if youre counting the beef whos milking the cows, of the petty cash thief the dons that choke more for pharmed coke than anything street.. middle schoolers chasin rainbows with no heath, clad in melon chorus, go crazier for the bridges beneath scouts and guides field sore visions of common design, corporate collusions and ad illusionists snake smiles you ever seen a snake smile? you only see teeth when they hissss you got words water off my duck back aint it their job to make us crack so they can charge us for our slack by shitting on our freedom and wondering why the manager wont take us back but even the doc reckons their place is a homeless spare shack no shittin everyone there aint got no home fucking animals all day full grown (make em specially there you know) monster me monster clones