Dragon Chasing, The

 In the darkness a drab dragon stole all our cash.
I am broken glass stubbed toes poured over faux pas,
And needle prick bitches cannot breathe me.
No dragon can take blood from my veins and light from my dawn.

I look like helter skelter guns sheltered in
strawberry fields feeling wine vibes and hood rat
friends. An alchoholic cat feels my pain so we strain
to raise the money to combat the king and all his fat.

Dragon hunters are not so shy, they say things,
like, "Man," and, "Dawg," you know, like,
what I mean, man? It's all sixes and sevens, toads and frogs,
me and the cat are on a hunt for what's up dawg?

I'm not giving in, just putting out, I guess.
It beats livin' eatin' dead beats thinkin' love
is the answer that calls the loveline answer man's
call. I guess i'm just coming down, Dragon above.

If I can't bull shit let Hindu Cows save.
Tight ice that caves and enslaves the lovers graves
from errosion and chemical baths by begging
baby please baby please.