Trickle down

You think

You think

You think too much I think

I think you think too much I think

I think you don't know what you're talking about

You do, you do

I must be honest I hate [hit?] this stone [slower?] street [story straight?]

I park all ready to be robbed by people that I meet

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I hear

I know, I know, I know, got nothing to fear

You keep pushing

You keep pushing

Pushy, pushy

Don't push me

I'm an insect

I'm a figment

I'm a chief as a genuine minion

Imaginations

Imaginations

Imagine my frustrations

I think [you pick?] a fight with a .45 caliber

Won't [Lord?] help you

It was a dismal rain that cooled the hut [hot?]

When it trickled down we all saw spots

Float over... float over

Now I've been in jail for a million years

Got all these people holding me back

I know, I know

I must be honest I hate this stone street

I park all ready to be robbed by people

I know, I know

And I'm growing tried

I'm growing tired

It's my favorite mangle

A fanciful tangle

That went down like the [V-neck?] fantastic spastic

[phonetic/fanatic/frenetic spasm?]

Spasms and spasms

Suffer the death of what you are

It's now, it's now

Suffer the death of what you were

Has no effect on a hard-boiled world

Warm weary eyed

_?_ catskill world

You must follow blind

Just shoot a pigeon-holed pigeon

You're waiting to be sheave

Just like you sheave that grazes all over your face

And you've got the urge to be a lightning bolt

And you've got the urge to be a lightning bolt

I've gotta tell you I just don't know

I've gotta tell you I just don't know

What the fuck you're trying to say