we’re making money money money money money money…
(empty accomplishment accomplishment accomplishment…)
(sex and drugs and sex and drugs and sex and drugs and…)
to hell with the stories of the things i say
in heaven with the monarchs and the games they play
to a place in faraway sky
to the whim of a wandering eye
to a turnatornado and a
what goes on inside that masspouri?
to feast upon
i was gonna go and do it anyway
i got me an open
and opened a foo
a righteous womanizer
into heaven like a potpourri
cause anything you do love is fine by me
into hell with a dyer stain
body neverending but i’m glad you came
i fall to pieces everytime i pray
never help but knowing that’ll never go away
i think i know it but i still can’t say
they’re all in lovin’ with the soft parade
never knowin what they’re doin so they stay in the shade
i think i’m headin towards an early grave
i’m on fire with a wanderin eye
to the center of the pot parade
oh don’t you dare
up to heaven in your potpourri
out in the shade let it look like me
go and leave me on a dare
get me number cause i just don’t care