Royal Trux - Cold Joint lyrics

Your meat's gone bad, but you serve it cold Waitress got her pants on the donkey But tiger told her to get tighter Maybe you should smoke cigar Then you could fill up a room When I was a kid my hobby was k**ing flies Wearing pearls and rabbit ears I carried a plastic gun Now it's pa**ed lo, these many years And you can't take step one I've been hiding out in houses that have never been seen I've been coming back from places where you've never been Yellow kid, he's a big thing Walking sound and strutting stink Out walking and I wouldn't stop With the long gong rich to thank Gonna dump the supply on the bald lips and blanks s**ing chum and a bummin' change Wiping cream on his mange The axe fell from the big desk, and I was double parked Outside of juvenile court, and you were trapped inside You like to have someone tell you what to do Whether you do it or not