It is What it Is
Stag-shit
Honey bring it close to my lips
Yes
Don't blow those brains yet
We gotta be big boy
We gotta be big
Starfucker just like my Daddy - yes
Starfucker just like my Daddy - yes
Selling his baby - yes
Just like my Daddy
Gonna strike a deal made him feel like a congressman
Running in our family - oh - It's run in our family
Rest your shoulders, peaches and cream
Everywhere a Judas, as far as you can see
Beautiful angel calling,
"We've got every re-run of Muhammad Ali"
Prism perfect
Honey bring it close
Camphor
A feeling like camphor rushing through my tubes
A cooling draught, a rare interlude
Drowning depression to admire and trust
Who can watch a man making dust to dust?
One legal dose of environment
The ballad of a playground swing
There's a lonely dog so misunderstood
He's left his chores to become someone's friend
Things are so enchanting
High on life
Then once again the flash of pines
Beck to this breathtaking view
Where the peeks are so high full of encouragement
And the paints of the gods colour code
Things are so enchanting
High on life
Things are where they can't be high on life
So I'm thinking about my favourite dream
An adventure not out of bounds
It dries my eyes to know mother earth hears
I'm invisible to blue hounds
It pleases me to have a mind on the run
When the body is fixed tied in shoes
What expression is left to fulfil the gap
Just a nod will suffice where you are?
Things are so enchanting high on life