song lyrics
In A Cold Ass Fashion lyrics
Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly...
Squeegee
Ah, you got it
When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
You get whipflash under the bridge
Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
Get the squeegee and it s easy to be me
Clean my boots and I m still feelin homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And I m tryin not to look at satan making love to a dishrag
So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
Do me a favor -- don t stick around
cause my kneecaps are turnin slightly brown
Let s be doin it right
Comin down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don t breathe
Comin down in a cold ass fashion
Steppin in the beefsteak
Comin down in a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Comin down in a cold ass fashion
Black twinkie
Gettin all caught up in a taste test
An it all basically tastes like crap
I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
I can pick my own nose and put it back in
I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
Smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ
I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous
And the sweat is day-glo
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
Took out my eyeballs an put em in a condom
Your daddy s got laxatives on his brain
Gettin sappy in the back of a train
Mojo weedwhacker cuttin yer space
Hot dogs rottin in the bottom of a suitcase
And your mouth, it smells like hair gel
I love you but you don t know how to spell
Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
And there ain t nothin like the real artificial
O.g. -- original glue-sniffer
Comin down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don t breathe
Comin down in a cold ass fashion
As you re biting my sandwich
Comin down in a cold ass fashion
Smear me sauce [? ]
Comin down in a cold ass fashion
[? ? ? ] donut [? ]
Uh, wait...
Talkin about a cold ass fashion [x16]
[the following four lines are spoken at various times over the
Above:]
Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (? )
[backwards:] [? ? ? ] up your ass
[backwards:] [? ? ? ] hot dog
It s like forty pounds of avocado sauce
Smeared across your boss
You know what I m sayin ?
You dunno when it s comin
You know, it s like forty-five horses
Runnin through the graveyard
In yellow panties
That is cold fashion
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