I work in the slaughter house, I am the gutter. Working in the slaughter house with my mother. It smells bad inside of here but it's okay my dear. It's okay because I like to play with the blood everyday.
What's between robot land and the cemetery. Is a realistic replica of the coup where Buckethead grew up. It's like you've stepped out of Bucketheadland's fantasy life.
maybe you would like me better. if i had a bank account. and an argyle sweater. ive listened to you talk. you say your life is a bore. first you got your silver spoon.
Spill your drink on her dress. You see her face she's not impressed. And I think and I guess. That you've had a few too many. . Go to the bathroom only to find.
Eleven o' clock, too late for cartoons. I'm going back to bed, there's nothing to do. I've got my dreams on my mind, they seem so real. Gotta try to bring 'em back 'cuz they were sick as hell.
You can call me fall. I like my cigarettes and alcohol. usually I'm so loaded I don't think. This si the one that's got me tied. this is the one that blows my mind.
Father christmas...father christmas. He's the meanest man in the whole wide world. In the whole wide world you can feel it.. . He's a miser! he's a skinflint !.
All around me are real estate agents. Homes for sale. Bank owned homes up for grabs. Big and Spacious and behind on taxes. Sitting empty. Sitting empty.
Don't let me bring you down. When I'm too tough to be around. Just walk right on by and don't look back. There's a lonely man with eyes of stone. He's seen more trouble than you'll ever know.