Everything happens for a reason
No one who ever knows anything
Is not a someone to me
Usually
But your blue eyes know
The inside of my mind
I'm an Indian prince
Of chikiwa descent
It's my birthday today
Red dress
Your whistle seems dry
Drink up this
Fire water with me
Hands lead to shoulders to mouths to tongues
Music plays on the radio
Crackeling in the dark
Smoking coffin nails for scientific research
You have stumbled on a space age invention
Number 666
I got out of jail for this
****** ******* town
So I smoked the peace pipe
For days and days
We shot bullets and tequila
Numbing Human pain
I'll pray for you to Allah
You pray for me to fate
Jesus was my friend
My favorite cellmate