(Bong gurgling, bong toking gasp) A strange lie (??) (??) We'll (??) some And walking through fields So that quiet frustration while we (??) with dishrags And we'll be just fine And I crawl through the dark without hestitaion for a place where in (??) will pick out my eyes And I got to that place and will release my face with their own eyes Whistling cowboys (??) like weasels They ride in on horses they blow on my balls And I tried to listen but I was just leaving they tanked out my entrails and spat on the wall Well, the trains (??) (??) to believe in I found myself naked in a suburban mall I roll on my side and I nimbly ride so I ride A messenger came with the news from the belly of 25 pimps collapsed on the lawn And strangely enough the illicit vibrations encoded with light rays and walked through the dawn And I asked them to tell me without meditation they led me through hillsides where all life was gone When I got the place I fell on my face because they lied. (bong related coughing)