Look into your mother's eyes
I go where no man goes.
One particular roll in the hay
Happened one day
It only takes one
To get it done.

Surprise!

Afraid of the sheer volume
I'm concentrated all
You can swallow me
Or shoot me on the wall
Afraid of failure
I come as I please
One drop is the name
Of my disease.


I might be criminal minded
But I don't wear no colors
I got my time behind me
And I need a place to
Rest my eyes

Wonderkind of mine
Tiny piece of a line
We come together
Like roses on a vine
Beat a few friends
Or get beaten
Ain't no harmony
In the seed of men