These People

I hit the button, lit the flame Isn't it the same? Ain't a lighter but the oxygen had drained Out my motherfucking veins Isn't it a hoot? Let me mark the spot, brother I'll be buried with the loot (Oh you'll be buried with the loot?) Singing "Let me go down with the ship" Heavy oak, brown in the rip- tide Whipping right Inside Bow in a dip Dip right Drown in a quick Found on the brig With the crown on my hip Sparky on my noggin It's a cold day in hell on Kevorkian's toboggan Corpse is sitting rotten Gold still fine Make them hold still Don't you know that gold still mine? Doctors never told me some colds kill Cold skill In the Catskills On a rolled hill Fucking bareback Remember when I rode here With my hair back In the air, leaving Fairfax Getting stared at Bared that Reprimanded Said she quit smoking but you know she's getting secondhanded (UH) The ever candid (UH) John Denver and his Pal Peter Pan burning reefer cause they never landed They never landed My hair wasn't blowing in the wind So I shave it all off I shave it all off My hair wasn't blowing in the wind So I shave it all off Shave it all off, like Round here I never trust these people I can't trust these people Round here I don't trust these people I distrust these people And if you ever put me down to get up at all You'll have to put my ass down like a dog I'll be wary of you But round here I never trust these people I can't trust these people (Why?) Oh no I've never been less afraid of death (Why?) Know we lost the game, even though we paid the ref (I) Know we made a mess (I) Know it's time to clean up No rubber, wonder if I'm going no prenup No Culture We got the green grass horticulture (Right) Portable de- Vices, man I think there's more to culture (Right) I'm sort of cultured But don't ever take my word (No?) Or anybody else's, you should learn To observe (Go) But when preaching wouldn't serve Round the time got aggressive With the answers to the questions Teaching everybody lessons But my mind booked a night at the Best Western As a guest guessing Where Robert Nesta is nesting See that's the nest where the spirit is finessed in Not the roach end of the piff with the resin, so You resonate me heaven's gate because I'm too fly Find me under the pillow where I used to let my tooth lie (Oh-oh, oh-oh) My hair wasn't blowing in the wind so I shaved it all off Round here I never trust these people I don't trust these people Round here I can't trust these people I distrust these people And if you ever put me down to get up at all You'll have to put my ass down like a dog I'll beware Round here I never trust these people I can't trust these people