Sisyphus - Flying Ace lyrics

(Serengeti) Desert wizard lizard and dragon tussle Whole forest burned down and ruined the town's truffles Except for the outer round mounds, everything else is brown Hundreds of hounds pillage the village, can't f** with the sounds Crew back giant-a**, large, looking slick as the barge Old-a** mustache cars, we ran those bars Yeah. We felt like superstars, we had the cubes too She had great tubes, pretty feet and shoes p**n and your mom's lube, rewind to the right new Might have a hissy fit, and tear the whole room apart, to bits Speech about privacy, why you gotta lie to me? I know where I left off, she had the plaid top "You bout to black out, you need to get out" "We too tall to fit in this small house" Neck all stressed down, hanging-a** red face That or the dog case, more like a comfortable couch Step over the mesh gate, into the real house sh**. Hair on my new wool, looking like cashmere Looking like crow too, magical star shapes Sticky like model cap, (?) silk capes Venomous black crepes, venomous gla** snakes Delicate wine flute, help us commiserate Florida daze date, they had the best ba** Landy make you a steak, even dig you a lake This is you stereo, it'll keep you awake You bout to black out Back and forth catechism, cattle and ammunition Queen didn't have vision, didn't he —sh**— mention Dragons were coming soon, should've made harpoons, instead of ornate brooms, bought the museum safe, look where we at now, pillage the village hounds, benzos gone man, we bout to black out, stepping into a room, popcorn-sealed fume, expensive like (?), giant-a** mouth clones, arrogant all pose, soak-in-the-soap clothes, standing in old clothes, giant-a** mouth ship, cut to the co*kpit, focus and close mouth, we bout to black out We are too tall, to fit in a dog house What a melodic thing Taller than Seth Green, shorter than Sid Bream Entirely in a dream, we are Hall & Oates Avis' car quotes, saddened and bounded Why weren't we grounded? I was at Wimbleton, close to Ontario Emotional feelings hurt, pissy-pants first grade Smell like your cousin's age, back before Sissy Rage Little man, long legs Samsara horse escape, spiderwebs on clothes Walking with brown face, look at the new apes We're about to smash graves