Bistro Lyrics

I live phonic tectonics
Maybe I'll shaken me, I'll black out
And some easy bake oven on a 220 volt
With the ridiculous shit and the nebular sound
We started by the measure with great pleasure
We're skillin' more willin'
Here the sum, you get your silly arse to the silvus
because I'm billing the sebil
And I am willing and able
to put a meal on the table
by raising monies like this life was an Aesopian fable
You gonna dance nigga
Stop poking round and toke yourself
And soak in, mellow in it in a minute
Skinny women simmer in it
Point and shoot, my parachute
Wont open, oh my god
I hope I'm not, god damn I am
Well man that's it
No more, oh shit. I'm in for it
I see you in a little bit.
(shaka-luk shuka-luk shuka-luk-luk)
If I know one god damn thing
It's that I don't know a god damn thing
If a teacher ever did any good for me
It's just fuelling my problem with authority
I've got no feelings on politics
No thorough knowledge of arithmetic
Yeah but I can roll a joint
And I can play guitar
And nothing else matters worth shit
Boom!
You gonna dance nigga
Stop poking round and toke yourself
And soak in, mellow in it in a minute
Skinny women simmer in it
Point and shoot, my parachute
Wont open, oh my god
I hope I'm not, god damn I am
Well man that's it
No more, oh shit. I'm in for it
I see you in a little bit.