Please pass me the peace weed, and take some heed. Throw away all that mixed up speed.
Click bang, what a hang, your daddy just shot poor me.
Rock is so much fun. That's what it's all about - filling up the chest cavities and empty kneecaps and elbows.
A girl asked me if she could comb my hair. Nobody can comb my hair, I canโt even comb my hair.
Anybody can do anything, it's up to themselves. All it takes is the right intentions.
If my baby don't love me no more, I know her sister will.