Lean Hard

Through the pitch, clawed Shot the shared god Sewed him up with stitches as the witch cawed Try and clean shards from the green part Fake it till you slake it baby, lean hard (And then ya) You'll just breeze on through No there's no excuse to ride the latitude You eat Ya ain't the food So I could really do without the goddamn attitude Shake it baby shake it baby twist up all your pistons baby Maybe movement ain't the function this afternoon Weighty snippets maybe keep you with the sixes daily But its sunny and I ain't havin' none Well what's a breeze on through If you really wanna ride the latitude, go 'head Eat You ain't yet food So I could really do without the goddamn attitude All hail the prince of pain Your bitter bishop is an insult to his fame Move you span out half the plane Brick up an oven bake me My silhouette is my name You got two hands to touch Whatcha gonna do? You're just a pound of clay Hey Listen what I say Bake it then you'll break it keep it wet and keep it naked come on