Space

Whoo When the sun goes down When the sun goes down Red flags, passin' bullshit like a matador Maybe he crazy, end up spazzin' on a padded floor Face it, ladies, we the baddest with an active core Unstable chamber factored in with parts from the savage store So get to clappin' for the captains of the co-op And get the action happenin', it's that or let the show stop We'll spit the verses 'til the back is sore The crafty Alan Ford snatchin' lives With a flak jacket and battle sword Gettin' ravenous scorns from this tactical amphibian He's haphazardous, sat cacklin' with his silly grin Actually, he's only laughin' 'cause a whiskey binge Got his risky ass mad plastered like the Hilton kids Just a disaster waiting to happen, it's imminent Standin' on the solid ground, still swayin' in the wind Leave the whiskey drinkin' to the Micks and the Finnegans But hit the gin diligently and spill a bit For every time Illiterat is killin' it if written's on the syllabus Fuck that, crawl on your bars like an insect, a centipede Infecting melodies, effortless parasitic tendencies Palm your frets and leave your senses blended like the seventies When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in And the demons come out 'cause they restless The only solace is the song you've been singing all along Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset this Awoke alone at the stroke of seven, no one home Wrote a poem, toked until eleven, overdosed I met the Holy Ghost, told me he would show the ropes If only I would drink his blood and munch a little loaf of toast I told him I'm not overly sober, but hold the phone This isn't over, I am supposed to be sowin' oats And so it goes, but I'm not about to fold Just because some lowly boner claims he's so-and-so and knows the most What's a ghost to a reptilian? Blood flowin' with corrosiveness Slow your roll, it's a civilian, token supposed explosiveness Compose a hit and let the gears clockwise And drop rhymes to stop time to the front line in Mach Five So fuck speed limits, I'll pop your eyes like it was green spinach Pick teeth, grimace, let it sink deep like I need a minute This fiend is itchin' and the food is where blood pumps valves My seam is slippin' and it worsens when the sun goes down When the sun goes down We come out, we come out Once the darkness envelops, the cellophane is irrelevant No protection for a hellion heretic Designated to maintain bravery in the face of danger They may pray, but we say to hell with it So just embellish it, be meritless beneath this lunar Hysteric spitting tethered wit, the gist is to consume ya Cancer lips dismantle pricks removed like cysts and tumors Piston famine fuses demand to fix the music Stupid Stupid, stupid, uh When the sun goes down When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in And the demons come out 'cause they restless The only solace is the song you've been singing all along Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset this When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset this