Hot cigarettes, Ice cold booze.
saving cash for more to use, positioned to score
the p**no store, a five-finger flash recipe made hoar all right, hey hey, a catchy slow gun from the land of make believe
what did you expect
from the land of make believe
a trolley is all you get Egaltarian littered streets, tock egomaniac fantasies
the second coming is up your a**
as the s.u.v's guzzle your gas