Dust 2 Dust

Drizzle drips the honey Drops the money Drops the gun Holds a pumpkin up, above his lump And swears it is the sun It's real fun, it's real funny It's real funky, it's real fucked If we all believe, that's the galaxy I'm just the dust of a crumb I'm just a dust of a crumb I feel nothing, I am numb I'm just a dust of a crumb Sweep me underneath the rug I'm just the dust I'm just the dust I'm just the dust I'm just the dust Honey drips the drizzle Sips the sizzle, slips outside Puffs a cigarette, she's an idiot But she's the kind of girl I like She turns her fingers into a pistol, points her pistol at her mind Rolls her eyes like they are missiles And now that pistol's a peace sign And I'm just the dust I'm just the dust I'm just the dust of a crumb I feel nothing, I am numb I'm just the dust of a crumb Sweep me underneath the rug I'm just the dust of a crumb, I feel nothing I'm just the dust I'm just the dust I'm just the dust I'm just the dust I'm just the dust