LYRIC

My haircut like a dead spider in the sun
Soon my bones will be the toy for the dog
The road is sick of six-feet-long foot
I dream to sleep but I can't sleep to dream

My legs are eggs and free shoes are born
I call my bed but He don't care about my head
I shoot lipstick woman on a pick
I dream to sleep but I can't sleep to dream

I'll shoot my bed! Ahh

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