Doppelganger Dog

Wake up dreaming, what the fuck, it's off to the stars, Jones- we're backyard dreaming. Chaos in the order of things, Jesus, just try and see bee- pragmatic archery tuning to the fates. The three graces met the hurdy gurdy man and his doppelganger dog, he sang their praises in order, belly dancing plays it last. The old hog. We built the wrong planet for the rocket, so wake up and take the chair outside. It came all the way from his t-shirt, there was no reason to reject such a gentleman way. The storming heavens ain't got nothing on you, laugh because it makes the feathers quake on the lines of deep sea. Sun in an overtly gray place- you say it's too much, but for some reason you're so wrong and it grows exponentially, remarkably. The cops are all busted you fucked the wrong girlfriend. Bring the beach to the 'burbs, and the balls to the wall. They fell to the pavement and the old man picked up the pieces of something grand. Conquistadors supremacy, the buses have nothing on you in the mud mosques of some united place of something. Legalize yourself and education you parents, it's too early for the fresh and smoke would release Nike, the Greek goddess of victory. Sweat shop babies got that thing down, the swoosh charms the dimes that drop. Weather underground, i sweat the spice must flow. It's a give 'n take for the sake of Jake. It's cool to be mad, and not to jive with the know. No. Blow and it all gets cracked- dreaming of the west coast babes and who got played.

Uncle Joe was a softy pre war, do what you will because the man has a set of pipes. Play your sound and let me sway. Modern is stern, yearn. This is karma hacking. Get packing it's all too tedious. From time to time we find ourselves in some old joint. The paper is wrapped too tight and the car never made it back. The kid has to return to buy the beer. God is not dead.