The wizard's hat falls to the floor Casts off his cape, derobed once more He grabs his staff begins to run His arse reflects the golden sun
A naked wizard running through the streets His long white beard flowing like a sheet The people stare as he screams I am the one A naked wizard disappearing into the setting sun
Smoke billows from the witch's lips Massive cone on which she rips She sings a stoner siren song And passes me her witchy bong
Skinny little witch in black lipstick With a pin her thumb she doth prick And drops her blood onto the weed Its real good shit, no sticks no seeds.
I saw a goat from outta space He had a mean look on his face He showed me all his shiny blades Then threw one through an ace of spades
Crazy alien goat dude with mad knife skills Shit I must be trippin' this weed really kills Clad in black leather and doing tricks with cards Dude looks like he works in a gay magic barTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
