Just a man, from east van, trying to make his way the best he can
Running snow, in over his head
Spinning wheels, blowing deals, bit off more than he could chew
And so they said
You're gonna wind up dead
And so they said, you're gonna wind up dead
Just a man, on the lamb, screwed them over now they got a plan
Just a man from east van floating in a tin can
Woke up seasick, on the Pacific, floating way off course
He wound up on a shore
Afloat a broken oar
A box of koolaid under his arm and nothihg more
No nothing more
As I floated a shore I noticed a crowd of people gathering
What seemed to be flies
In preparation for the massice feast, honoring the majesty of the swarm
Bleeding and I'm pleading yet they're feeding me some more
I can't see forever but I know there's something more
What is this strange creature you have placed inside my bowl?
Bleeding and I'm pleading yet they're feeding me some more
Too late to know what hit er
Koolaid would taste much better
What can I say
There aint no other way
That would be damn rude at best
They're crawling, they're creeping and some are even sleeping
There are a hundred, a million, a quarter of a billion
My stomach's burning, it's chruning, yet longer I am yearning
I want some burgers, bug burgers, some koolaid and bug burgers