Crowded Room - DiO
Enjoi … gimme FEEDBACK.
I went to UNT and got 2nd hand high/
In a 1 bedroom 1 bath where a band was playin live/
But i was more drunk than anything/
So that nights kinda hard to describe/
And it was like 3 years and 5 months ago/
I wasnt smokin then but that was plenty blunts ago/
The monkey in the poster on my wall wants to know/
What happened after that so shit here i go/
From that show we go to get fuckin tacos/
I think i threw up in the bathroom i dont know/
Or maybe had the best piss of my life, it coulda been/
Got wasted and basically made no kinda sense to them/
After that went back to the motel with the team/
The fucked up persons ratio was 2:16/
Bob dylan was my thing to jam at the time/
I had the doors on my ipod and the end on my mind/
My mama on the other end of our letters cryin and sendin me letters/
Bout how the hospital killin her but she fine/
And then i get a phone call sayin its time/
Im on the next overseas flight to my land before time/
So I’m a lime wedge with my head in the oraphice of a dos equis at the lips/
Of a fish named rich in a bar who’s gonna take a shot of whiskey, kills his kids and then jumps off a bridge/
Back into the ocean, he’s floatin not used to usin his fins yet/
Its been years and he knows it, this is what he was hopin for/
A twin set of tiger sharks go die hard, kill rich/
smoke a bowl of seaweed, dont feel shit/
me bein the lime bein squeezed to a peel/
By a fish who slit his wrist after the neck of an eel/
Im certified the tang in the gang of murder weapons/
Like as soon as i landed, mama was droppin luggage off at check in/
They say she was waitin to see me/
Cause soon as she saw me she gave it all to me/
the blood, the strength, the guts/
To not give a fuck, live my life down and up/
