WALKED THROUGH THE PAPERS OF ALCOHOL
TIME WENT BY AND I FOUND A HOLE
THE BOOK SAID THAT I'M GONNA BE ANDY WARHOL
FROM THE ROOF THE SOUND OF A BROKEN BALL
MP3 PLAYERS FROM THE MAC
I SLOWLY FOLLOW THE ROAD
THERE ARE TREASURES ON THE ROAD
I COLLECT THOSE AND I SWING
GARDEN IS OK
GARDEN SEEMS FINE
I ASKED JIM WHAT TIME IT IS
JIM SAID IT'S UP TO ME
I ASKED JIM WHY IS IT NOW
JIM SAID IT'S JUST BEGINNING
WITH THE SKIN OF THE FISH I GO TO MOUNTAIN
I BURN IT WITH A LIGHTER
IT TURNS TO GOLD AND I HESITATE
I PEEPED THE DEER OVER THERE
PLANKTON OF ME IS THE GARDEN
IT FADES AWAY WITH THE LIGHT
I SMALLY STAIR AT IT
MATERIAL IS SHOWN TO SOME PEOPLE
THEY NEED TO BUY SOME CLOTHES OF FEAR
SOME OF THEM ARE WITHOUT THE GARDEN
SOME OF THEM WHO HAS IT NEEDED TO BLEED
UNKNOWN DRUMMER HID IT WITH HIS SHOES