I wanna grow up to be a funky Euripides, the fly on the street, the beat, bat

the breeze, what, the ease, what release, to be or to be not and see not and

hear not ... come on. It's not that a big of a deal, just another mouth to feed

and another bread to steal I feel I'm loosing my grip about to slip about to

fall of the wagon and have another sip. Periodic fake divines, these times as

we see ‘em are packed with cons that can't wait to see him. the cave the

cathedral, the peasant the pope, the hope of the people is a prayer for dope.





{Chorus}

All night long we have to keep it up all night long. And right to the next damn

day, we have to do the shit they say. All night long we have to keep it up all

night long. And right to the next damn day, we have to do the shit they say.





And we choke in the vomit of our belief and we greave as we go on in disbelief.

In this world in this life that we are living where it is nobler to take than

to be giving. Stop. Get behind excess stress and no caress this form of society

is making a mess. Moreover, it's over and it's a damn crime. How many we are

killing in the meantime.



Chorus





So I'm pushed to my feet so I can beat the air that was giving me heat way back

over there. It's only fair to give guy a slack the big aphrodisiac, the new

jack the ever confusing cool cat. Now see me fly on the Nashville skyline

walking the fine line, reciting a new line, holding my balls while taking the

calls, sorry we're closed. I'm on the bottom of the Niagara Falls. But I still

believe and with so little to give I don't wanna deceive only Malone to live.

We take it back that the hope is the dope. The dope's the hope in the shape of

a rope.



-a