Living on the edge killing me pyjama
Using that sledge to convince me mama
Im neither christ or the incarnation of dalai lama
Walking on water or dreaming on the hill
Aint giving me that special kind of thrill
That special kind of skill which enforce me to do me drill
Burning all them edges
Melt it through one mental crop
Wrap em round that mind guess Ill rather should cut that crap
Scratching on the surface digging me a hole trying to make a living or penetrate me soul
Try to change that clone though I,ll end up with that same old tune
Searching for some truth in my imaginary suite
Dressed like a habbit with feathers on me boots
Yes i'm dressed to confess dressed to caress me youth
Allthougth time migth be a pillar or maybe kind of wave
Theres a mission in me monkey which really cant behave
Which really causes me to accidentally leave the cave
Burning all them edges
Melt it through one mental crop
Wrap em round that mind guess Ill rather should cut that crap
Scratching on the surface digging me a hole trying to make a living or penetrate me soul
Try to change that clone though I,ll end up with that same old tune
Troughout this little drama Ill guess i,m quit annoyed
Vichiosly waitiing for some dreams I could destroy
Vicked and depraved searching for some souls to save
Waving at you sunny i,ll knew youre in the moode
Living like virgin aint building any groove
Aint gild the lily or glaze it while youre getting screwed
Burning all them edges
Melt it through one mental crop
Wrap em round that mind guess Ill rather should cut that crap
Scratching on the surface digging me a hole trying to make a living or penetrate me soul
Try to change that clone though I,ll end up with that same old tune
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Living on the edge killing me pyjama
Using that sledge to convince me mama
Im neither christ or the incarnation of dalai lama
Walking on water or dreaming on the hill
Aint giving me that special kind of thrill
That special kind of skill which enforce me to do me drill
Burning all them edges
Melt it through one mental crop
Wrap em round that mind guess Ill rather should cut that crap
Scratching on the surface digging me a hole trying to make a living or penetrate me soul
Try to change that clone though I,ll end up with that same old tune
Searching for some truth in my imaginary suite
Dressed like a habbit with feathers on me boots
Yes i'm dressed to confess dressed to caress me youth
Allthougth time migth be a pillar or maybe kind of wave
Theres a mission in me monkey which really cant behave
Which really causes me to accidentally leave the cave
Burning all them edges
Melt it through one mental crop
Wrap em round that mind guess Ill rather should cut that crap
Scratching on the surface digging me a hole trying to make a living or penetrate me soul
Try to change that clone though I,ll end up with that same old tune
Troughout this little drama Ill guess i,m quit annoyed
Vichiosly waitiing for some dreams I could destroy
Vicked and depraved searching for some souls to save
Waving at you sunny i,ll knew youre in the moode
Living like virgin aint building any groove
Aint gild the lily or glaze it while youre getting screwed
Burning all them edges
Melt it through one mental crop
Wrap em round that mind guess Ill rather should cut that crap
Scratching on the surface digging me a hole trying to make a living or penetrate me soul
Try to change that clone though I,ll end up with that same old tune
Using that sledge to convince me mama
Im neither christ or the incarnation of dalai lama
Walking on water or dreaming on the hill
Aint giving me that special kind of thrill
That special kind of skill which enforce me to do me drill
Burning all them edges
Melt it through one mental crop
Wrap em round that mind guess Ill rather should cut that crap
Scratching on the surface digging me a hole trying to make a living or penetrate me soul
Try to change that clone though I,ll end up with that same old tune
Searching for some truth in my imaginary suite
Dressed like a habbit with feathers on me boots
Yes i'm dressed to confess dressed to caress me youth
Allthougth time migth be a pillar or maybe kind of wave
Theres a mission in me monkey which really cant behave
Which really causes me to accidentally leave the cave
Burning all them edges
Melt it through one mental crop
Wrap em round that mind guess Ill rather should cut that crap
Scratching on the surface digging me a hole trying to make a living or penetrate me soul
Try to change that clone though I,ll end up with that same old tune
Troughout this little drama Ill guess i,m quit annoyed
Vichiosly waitiing for some dreams I could destroy
Vicked and depraved searching for some souls to save
Waving at you sunny i,ll knew youre in the moode
Living like virgin aint building any groove
Aint gild the lily or glaze it while youre getting screwed
Burning all them edges
Melt it through one mental crop
Wrap em round that mind guess Ill rather should cut that crap
Scratching on the surface digging me a hole trying to make a living or penetrate me soul
Try to change that clone though I,ll end up with that same old tune
Writer: Totemtunes
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