next few hours I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead The walls get wavy and
long for this shit to come out? Now this the tricks and treats shit, ya know? Now all y'all motherphukkers that listen to it, and I'm sick and tired of
your ass outside, burn your mother's house Bring pet mice and scare your sister with my gray mouse Then drop him under the bed and leave him there dead
's seen the grateful dead... She lives in oklahoma, Where the storms come prairie fed, And the numbers keep on mounting, It's been twenty times and counting
la, And she went right. And i went wrong. By the time i turn around and look for her over my shoulder she was gone. I'll never know How to make her favorite drink And
case is that I split your melon And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings I'm wildin' for long island, I turned and took Charles Ferguson And
Mrs. Gallagher's nephew. Six more were badly injured when the boiler exploded. THE LITTLE BOY And one of them will be dead by tonight. It was Coalhouse
the roof Fuck that, I'm bustin' back through the roof Thumbtack [incomprehensible], hardtop to drop Show 'em how to rock and roll and roll and rock How to breathe, locate and
little help, and a lot of advice Quit while you're ahead, you ain't seein' no bread and Don't sleep on us, you can sleep when you're dead And grateful
I hate anchovie pizza Asparagus and peas Wanting my dessert And having to say please I hate Well I hate everything (2x) I hate the Grateful Dead Their
the waterbed You and me, man, get a little hot oil and just do a little rub-a-dub-dub-dub Put a little bit o' that Grateful Dead on and we'll jam, baby
no escapin' From my own history Those that I hurt, And those that hurt me I was dead for a million years 'Fore I was born and I'll be dead for a million
Grateful Dead, a??Gloria (live)a?? Dick's Pick's Volume 21: Richmond, Virginia, 11/1/85 [Live] (Disc 3) [2001] Wanna tell you about my baby, you know
them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about
With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin
, I?m bustin? back through the roof. Thumbtack to lie, hardtop to drop, show em how to rock and roll, and roll and rock, how to breathe locate and open
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and
Upstate we puff grate and stay with the sticky like duct tape Always pushing my self and steady knowing the ledge Black man over 21 supposed to be dead