Day trippin’
Tongue Slippin’
Toe Tippin’
Mouth Drippin’
Soul Cripplin’
You think you’re the one (Ha-ha)
So it’s written
So shall it be done...
Chorus:
No, no not quite what you wished for
I’m a dog, what‘s to understand?
My, my oh so sly, don’t need no reason
Let me take your hand
Here we go down the hole to another land
So low, low
Lo and behold all the while, just a simple man
Cramped Livin’
Head Rushin’
Spliff Smokin’
Wise Crackin’
Mind Spinnin’
Hopin’ for the flood
Still Searchin’
Write it in blood...
