Staring into the sun
Until it melted my eyes down my face
Was trying to cage the elephant
But I took it too literally
Now I'll never again see alphabet soup
I'll never make sure I've wiped off all my poop
Guess all that's left is for me to bark at the moon
But I won't get to see it rise
No fortunate son
No more naked women, Claptone
I have no eyes
But I can play music
I learned when being Young
Don't have to see my guitar to use it
Simple chords A, C, D, C and shake my tongue
I do it better than Simmons
So I don't even have to paint my face
I don't know what the f*ck it looks like
'Cause I still paint it anyways