Hopped up on 'ludes
Get down in your favorite seat
The channel's coming on, it's goin' on
Until the channel is no more
Roll the window down
Take in the sweet concrete
The goin' rate of comfort is a mild irresponsible
It ain't no drug
Ain't much of anything
A slack coalition built to feed the establishment
Caffeine free brass rings
Scale models of DC
Delivered daily to keep dear hearts on warning
(da dum, da dum)
So give away what can be sold
The light is always on, the coffee's never cold
You don't need to eat when you shovel in pure filler
The diner of the stars will ever feed you
That carrot in your mouth's the real killer
Yes, the vegetable peeler
In Central Park and on Manhattan Beach
Pickin' out the children for a taste test,
Which Coke tastes the best?
Product is love, producing deeper sleep
Waking up was hell, we can make it well,
You know, like a pillow
Of kukul khan, kukul khan, could you
Really float me?
Kukul khan, kukul khan, could you
Really float me?
