I got a freeway in mind
Let go of my head
Walk down my line
Better be sure you'll be dead
I got a trumpet
I know where to dump it
I'm glad that you came
If the sound is the same
Sometimes my reckless ways
Shock my self-system for days
Now I'm channeling my faze
In an Anacin haze
But it ain't gonna do me in
I know when to dump it
A hole in my way again
I'll surely just jump it
There was a kid in a tree
Among the birds and the bees
Between bee hive and bird nest
And I think you know the rest
He wanted to be free with them
But they weren't believing
Pecking and stinging him
'Til he wasn't breathing
But it ain't gonna do him in
He'll just go to heaven
Not done, just a dreamer of ten or 11
I got a freeway in mind
Let go of my head
Walk down my line
Better be sure you'll be dead
I got a trumpet
I know where to dump it
