Stash (Live)

I'm pullin' the pavement form under my nails

I brush past a garden dependent on whales

The slopin' companion I cast down the ash

Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash

Zippin' through the forest with the curdling fleas

To grow them spindles and mutant seas

I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees

And cries to his cohorts that sleep in the trees

Smegma dogma, had a great fish market stew

Police in the corner gunnin' for you

Apple toast, bed heated, fur blanket rat

Laugh when they shoot ya, say "Please, don't do that"

Control of the smilers can't be bought

The solar garlic starts to rot

Was it for this my life I sought?

Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not)

Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not)

Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not)

Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not)

Was it for this my life I sought?

(Maybe so and maybe not)

Control of the smilers can't be bought

(Maybe so and maybe not)

The solar garlic starts to rot

(Maybe so and maybe not)

Was it for this my life I sought?

(Maybe so and maybe not)

Was it for this my life I sought?

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)

(Maybe so and maybe not)