Yo
Sitting with my eyes closed
Sitting with my head side up
And I'll do, I'll do my twenty-eight days
Every time I look back
I would have to turn the end of it
And even another twenty-eight days
I'll be a killer
I'll be heavy caliber man
That you wanted
I'll be a big black wizard in the Ku Klux Klan
Give up all my money
Give up all my favorite scoria
Everyone, everyone will think I'm gay
Hanging with my villain
My G.T.O. handler
And I'll do much, I'll do much, do much twenty-eight days
I'll be a rock star
With my head tied up in knots
Or a housewife
With a big smoking gun and lots of pot
I'll be a dead man
With my head blowing off gun shot
Or a retard
I'll be picking my nose and drinking my snot
Trouble slips right through my hands
It's cocaine in a rock and roll band
Hear the voices in my head
Telling me that they're all dead
I'll be a killer
I'll be heavy caliber man
That you wanted
I'll be a big black wizard in the Ku Klux Klan
Girl, you are all able
A scissors' on my table
After, ah, yeah, after my twenty-eight days
Feel what you wanted
Nothing will make you think
I'm clean after all I've done
Twenty-eight days (x4)
Yeah
