[I call upon the Guardians of Rachtenschtal to kick out the fucking jams]
Adulthood; desolate and bereft, what is left?
Nothing but an innocence theft.
Walking with your gravitas, what happened to
phantasmagoria or your euphoria?
I vehemently fulminate, I gravitate to solecisms
yes two minds schism.
Inveterately ill, take a didactic chill,
stare at the fructuous trees
over and out your window sill.
Don't get fractious, you lack just
a bit of hypnagogic myoclonus,
sleep was your onus
but now its nothing but a bonus.
Its nothing but a bonus.
So now I'm [sucking losers.]
Would I flop it out?
Yeah, no doubt.
If it looks like a trout
that's what it's all about.
[Trout, I've got gout.]
Now this ain't flash, but I am
So when I tell ya
you'd better god damn do it mam.
And kick out the jams.
Yeah kick out the jams.
And not the kind you spread on your missus' leg for a bit fun.
You'll know what I'm talking about when it's done.