Faking ******* like a storm trooper In a tropical storm I must forewarn that I was Jedi born and now that I got you Luke warm I’ll bathe you in the sins of the lord like Conan we live and die by the sword or sometimes the cross if there’s a Judas behind the scenes like the boss of oz a wizard pulling strings addicted to chasing all the finer things like championships and super bowl rings, they want your girl as well as multiple flings but don’t want to deal w what it brings and run and hide like a canary that sings no limit poker swings Steve Irwin Man-ta ray stings like the sun beams down on your dreams recognizing irony and dollar bill creams yall crawl to the mall and worship what’s shiny and gleams idolatry and all that material false profiting it’s not my type of scene so let your head fall back in the stream of eternal offering.