I Dont Know
I Dont know
Gotta go, gotta go,
tuned in to the radio,
it's flow diggin' soul,
percussion of images and things
I dont know, but smoke what I
grow.
Gotta go, gotta go,
watching this ole world roll
and caffeinated coffee junkees
spit out sounds as speed freakin'
monkies, without keys to their
trees, grounded in personal philosophy,
beat's me what's eternal ecology
and biology of the mind is soothsaying
what is a find.
Doom, I assume is high noon
in a midwest town, gun totin' clowns
and mortician pale, sale on underground.
Gotta go, gotta go, quit
quotin' what I dont know.
Gotta go, gotta go,
tuned in to the radio,
it's flow diggin' soul,
percussion of images and things
I dont know, but smoke what I
grow.
Gotta go, gotta go,
watching this ole world roll
and caffeinated coffee junkees
spit out sounds as speed freakin'
monkies, without keys to their
trees, grounded in personal philosophy,
beat's me what's eternal ecology
and biology of the mind is soothsaying
what is a find.
Doom, I assume is high noon
in a midwest town, gun totin' clowns
and mortician pale, sale on underground.
Gotta go, gotta go, quit
quotin' what I dont know.
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