Make a call on  your horn
and let the world know
Hillcrest is now Dullsville
Where mommies Ride SUV's
And shop in their Gym attire
Diamond rings and expensive hair
I just gotta be better
Mountain Biking Breakfasts
Micropenis and big fat wallets
Kauai food ******
Plantations *******
For sure this **** ain't The crest I knew

We don't need no Fuzz Daddy O
they just fall on us cats
tell us to Dummy up
When we running far out
That's be when the  Fuzz rod pulls in
Tell us we can't be swinging like sixteen
Beat us with sticks
Squaresville peep
Then Lock us up
behind
Iron

Mario snarl
Artsy gain groups
A Taste of a vast lustiness
Let us write and create
Let us make no sense

Come on honey and Tune In
Hop in and let's ride
for tonight we can't Die
*******  are Ahead
We feel altruistic & alone
Take the next left
Head down to Midtown
Let's
 use terms like
"cool"
"groovy"
"bread"
"bugged"
because they are cool

Don't blow the Jets honey
We gonna Blast the Edison
And head to Beatsville
Spend the night listening to some crazy cat
Some chilled out Jazz vibes
Corner Cafe
or
some
Smoked filled dive
No cheap creeper gonna crash our night
you dig?
you dig?
Cause when this night ends we will be naked in the moonlight Jazzing to some crazy tunes

Lost our hats too a purple cat
We no longer dream in black and white
colours taste good
flavours sound fine
fluffy pink unicorns dance round in our minds
Glitter and Sparkles all round

We just small town boys
on a night out.
Immortalised an image on the backdoor
Coals be burning bright tonight
Inhale
Inhale
Burn coal Burn
Pass me my stamp
under the tongue
now it's time to wait

Lost our hats too a purple cat
We no longer dream in black and white
colours taste good
flavours sound fine
fluffy pink unicorns dance round in our minds
Glitter and Sparkles all round

When will the rich wake up
Their Slumber torn asunder
Reveal the inner self
falseness hidden behind
expensive perfume
Cologne
fake ****
new nose
keeping up with Joneses
fancy cars
for fancy pants
have a cat and a dog too.
Hide behind the walls of their Castles
False beauty on the outside
Blackness seeps out from the inside
accumulate and devastate
their Mantra for the day

Wake up
See the poor and down trodden
no airs and no graces
no manicure
no pedicure
is easier to be real with you live in the gutter
th th-th-thank you the broken old man did stutter
When you look into his eyes the real man you do see
Cause there is no time for falseness or pretense

So Wake up
and help those in need
and find a few mouths to feed
but
****
this world is asleep
and dreams only of greed