Kings Tongue – Smog

Pawn broker’s got all my clothes on
And he’s looking pretty mean
I bought a kings tongue with the money
Preserved in fire water
And I’m feeling pretty mean
Oh I want to dance
With you buckles between my teeth
Oh I wanna pull flying birds eggs
Out of your nest
I’ll steal your stars
Spit comes in turbulent wakes
On planet mars
(Pretty mean)
Pawn brokers looking
Pawn brokers looking
Pretty mean
Your passed out past by the fire
Doused in fire water
Surprised you’re not a mother
The shape that in you’re in
Yeah I’m feeling, feeling pretty mean