Whoo
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down

Red flags, passin' bullshit like a matador
Maybe he crazy, end up spazzin' on a padded floor
Face it, ladies, we the baddest with an active core
Unstable chamber factored in with parts from the savage store
So get to clappin' for the captains of the co-op
And get the action happenin', it's that or let the show stop
We'll spit the verses 'til the back is sore
The crafty Alan Ford snatchin' lives with a flak jacket and battle sword

Gettin' ravenous scorns from this tactical amphibian
He's haphazardous, sat cacklin' with his silly grin
Actually, he's only laughin' 'cause a whiskey binge
Got his risky ass mad plastered like the Hilton kids
Just a disaster waiting to happen, it's imminent
Standin' on the solid ground, still swayin' in the wind
Leave the whiskey drinkin' to the Micks and the Finnegans
But hit the gin diligently and spill a bit
For every time Illiterat is killin' it if written's on the syllabus
Fuck that, crawl on your bars like an insect, a centipede
Infecting melodies, effortless parasitic tendencies
Palm your frets and leave your senses blended like the seventies

When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in
And the demons come out 'cause they restless
The only solace is the song you've been singing all along
Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset this

Awoke alone at the stroke of seven, no one home
Wrote a poem, toked until eleven, overdosed
I met the Holy Ghost, told me he would show the ropes
If only I would drink his blood and munch a little loaf of toast
I told him I'm not overly sober, but hold the phone
This isn't over, I am supposed to be sowin' oats
And so it goes, but I'm not about to fold
Just because some lowly boner claims he's so-and-so and knows the most

What's a ghost to a reptilian? Blood flowin' with corrosiveness
Slow your roll, it's a civilian, token supposed explosiveness
Compose a hit and let the gears clockwise
And drop rhymes to stop time to the front line in Mach Five
So fuck speed limits, I'll pop your eyes like it was green spinach
Pick teeth, grimace, let it sink deep like I need a minute
This fiend is itchin' and the food is where blood pumps valves
My seam is slippin' and it worsens when the sun goes down

When the sun goes down
We come out, we come out

Once the darkness envelops, the cellophane is irrelevant
No protection for a hellion heretic
Designated to maintain bravery in the face of danger
They may pray, but we say to hell with it
So just embellish it, be meritless beneath this lunar
Hysteric spitting tethered wit, the gist is to consume ya
Cancer lips dismantle pricks removed like cysts and tumors
Piston famine fuses demand to fix the music
Stupid

Stupid, stupid, uh
When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in
And the demons come out 'cause they restless
The only solace is the song you've been singing all along
Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset this

When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in
Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset
When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in
Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset
When the sun goes down and the moonlight sets in
Just a-waitin' on the dawn to reset this


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