White Russians, black morning…
What time is it again?
I hear the tick tock tick tock
The inevitable inevitably cascading down around
This carnage scene
Maybe it’s sin
But sin is in
At least it is if you believe the advertising
Marketing isn’t my major
But it is what I do
Selling myself, selling you
To yourself… isn’t that cool?
They say that a true salesman could sell ice to an Eskimo
Well kid, I sold your confidence to your insecurity
Or was it the other way round?
I run circles around this ballgame
But then we’re just playing in the sand
Dizzy bat major leagues, sorority girl- laser in
On that, like on One.
Don’t fuck my sister mister.
Throwing ice at Pauly D.
The police were overly concerned
With the state of his blowout
So we jumped out into the car
Behind bars for a very short while
Criminal memories still make me smile