Letra da Música Dick Van Dyke de Apocalypse Hoboken

Punch that mule in it's mouth
Let it know it's place
Shove your sex down my throat
Cuz I like the taste
On top a Mexican sun
I'm shooting gold with style
Barefoot in Hollywood
Too stoned to fake a smile
A plea for help a cry for better days
Assimilation of another type another close shave
Gone for good your baby's built for speed
Hold your breathe and let your mind breathe
Kick that boy in the cunt
Just to watch his face
Sucking love through a straw
Blind in a cloud of mace
Black tar resin smoke
I like your JuJu bees
Part the seas with a grunt
You got us on our knees
I won't say I want it
Cuz I gotta have it