Letras
Like tall buildings, they call skyscrapers
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you
For this is the season for catching the vapors
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you
For this is the season for catching the vapors
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you
For this is the season for catching the vapors
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you
For this is the season for catching the vapors
Spittin' on you from the top of the Ponzi
Spilling your guts just like a fuckin' cup of coffee
That was held by a jittery hand
Life's a beach leave the shoreline littered with cans and
I told you I don't give a frick or a damn
If these doggies wanna play, I got the stick in my hand and say, "Fetch"
I came in this bitch to catch wreck
And pack TECs, and cash checks, and have sex
And crash jets, and smash cassette decks
And when I start to blast, I ask which head's next
On no bed rest, only lots of fluids
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't mean to do it
But I did it like that and what's done is done
That's what you get for sparkin' blunts with a gun
Fuck and run, Liz Phair, kicks and snare
Hats and cymbals, and Jack was nimble
But Jack was dim and he wasn't too quick
I reached into his pants and I snapped his dick
It's M-80 the raging aid
The type to shoot up all the parents and then raise the kids as my own
Act alone when I crack your dome
Pack the cone and light it up like Christmas
Life's an art and art's a business
I leave the crime scene, but I never leave a witness
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you
For this is the season for catching the vapors
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you
For this is the season for catching the vapors
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you
For this is the season for catching the vapors
Can you feel it? Nothing can save you
For this is the season for catching the vapors
I see pink moons and green clovers