Without a reason I returned into a
*** of gold
A remembered everything that I
Wasn't told
I refracted an argument that I re-instituted
With a list of morals
That seemed far away from me
Was there something inside that limousine
That I felt at home?
Was it the comfort
Of that luxurious and hidden thrown?
The movement was where it was at
In that hat
I had all of that
Yes!
All of that
With the mystery of the mad hatters planter box sets
All keyed into one magic passerbys stance
Gun n' all
Free for all
A twist ride that told the tide they owed them all
Thirty three big ones
Imagine that!
Thirty three big ones!