I see you, you see me There's nothing we will do We're in a bar No lie To see a band No life
We got the power of choice, and the affliction of fear The chance of hearing your voice, that's why I'm still here Its by the curve of your waist as you drink your beer It's something God musta traced, I hope that don't sound weird
I see you, you see me There's nothing we will do We're in a bar No lie To see a band No life
When I smoke crack I'm a fiend, and I got just whatcha need Bought it off James Dean's skinny beauty queen I like the way that you lean, and by the way that you beam I think you'll know what I mean, my little whip cream dream
"Oh, my baby, lord you're looking fine now Lord, my baby, guess what I got in mind? "
But we never spoke a word, no, those thoughts never got heard Intoxicated and blurred by the boys and the birds Luscious rushes and fees, lovelies down on their knees Pickin' up some disease, gettin stung by the bees
Mercy mercy, me oh my Ma' and Pa', at least I tried Gory glory alibi - well intentioned genocide