Fly like the eagle

Fly like the eagle

Fly...



Squeegee



Ah, you got it



When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave

You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe

You get whipflash under the bridge

Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin

Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me

Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless

Your brother is deader than a phone machine

With a bucket of green piss

And I'm tryin' not to look at Satan making love to a dishrag

So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town

Do me a favor -- don't stick around

'Cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown



Let's be doin' it right



Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

And the people don't breathe

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

Steppin' in the beefsteak

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

And the mayonnaise comes

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

Black Twinkie



Gettin' all caught up in a taste test

An' it all basically tastes like crap

I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin

I can pick my own nose and put it back in

I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice

Smoke a pack of whiskey with Jesus Christ



I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous

And the sweat is Day-Glo

Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin

Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom

Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain

Gettin' sappy in the back of a train

Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space

Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase

And your mouth, it smells like hair gel

I love you but you don't know how to spell

Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes

And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial



O.G. -- original glue-sniffer



Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

And the people don't breathe

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

As you're biting my sandwich

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

Smear me sauce [?]

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

[???] donut [?]



Uh, wait...



Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]



[The following four lines are spoken at various times over the

above:] 

Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (?)

[Backwards:] [???] up your ass

[Backwards:] [???] hot dog



It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce

Smeared across your boss

You know what I'm sayin'?

You dunno when it's comin'

You know, it's like forty-five horses

Runnin' through the graveyard

In yellow panties

That is cold fashion