I got heart on my hands, I got plans to ditch myself and get outside, coming down. Shiny teeth, game show suckers trying to play. But I got a drug and I got the bug and I got something better than love. How you like me now? Pretty good. Going on, feeling strong. Why no flow in first days at the sun? With my soul between the bomb. Now I'm hungry, now I'm drunk. Now I'm running like a flaming pig. Scrapping off the attitude. Old man eating all my food. Don't be kind, don't be rude. Just shake your boots and let it all get loose.
Parkinson Canada