Stumbling dazed and disturbed I am dying Under a scorching south sun
I've had cones and I'm stoned no sense of direction My torment has only begun
The bong I notice still lodged in my hand Its odious contents my only moisture The sun it pounds me like a hammer to an anvil I sniff the bong water, is it clear? But its thick and putrid I gag at its odour Texture and smell like baby shit!
I stagger confused for three days and nights The bong water gets more attractive each day Its foul and repulsive but finally I succumb I must drink or die of dehydration
It keeps calling me Drawing haunting me Torturing me
But then I Raise the bong to my lips and I drink Flavour just like licking an ashtray My stomach convulses I vomit blood and bile I suffer massive total dehydration
I lie dying Prune like husk Puking crying Killed by the bong!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.