I was listening to rock n roll music,
The smell of skunk, was hanging in the air,
My eyeballs looked like roadmaps,
Red lines heading everywhere.
I was sipping my favorite *****
Washing it down with a cold beer,
Adding moisture to my mouth,
So my tongue, stops sticking to the rear.
( chorus )
Those comatose blues, let your spirit and thoughts roam free,
Those comatose blues, better than any movie, you will ever see,
Those comatose blues, will make you laugh, at any thing you see.
It had to be a beautiful scene,
My comatose state was so clear,
It really blew my mind,
As i stared into the mirror.
Such a numb feeling,
Doing my body a favor, so kind,
Brain cells taking a break,
From working over time.
( chorus )
The original Tom Maxwell / lyrics 06/02/2026 AD
Philosopher / Musicologist
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
I was listening to rock n roll music,
The smell of skunk, was hanging in the air,
My eyeballs looked like roadmaps,
Red lines heading everywhere.
I was sipping my favorite *****
Washing it down with a cold beer,
Adding moisture to my mouth,
So my tongue, stops sticking to the rear.
( chorus )
Those comatose blues, let your spirit and thoughts roam free,
Those comatose blues, better than any movie, you will ever see,
Those comatose blues, will make you laugh, at any thing you see.
It had to be a beautiful scene,
My comatose state was so clear,
It really blew my mind,
As i stared into the mirror.
Such a numb feeling,
Doing my body a favor, so kind,
Brain cells taking a break,
From working over time.
( chorus )
The original Tom Maxwell / lyrics 06/02/2026 AD
Philosopher / Musicologist
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