Slim came, guts out
Blowing like a saxophone
Chopped his boulevard turn again
Super lady, heads turned down
Drooling bastards
In case they're never found
Radio apeshot
A fool caught down
Pretend it's stone groovy, groovy
Nothing like a tin crown
Slam cocks his heat
God, it's nothing but a cap gun
Wipe those blue-dick ghosts away
More protection, goose that mod squad
His mind's a beauty cage
But his hands are stone gray
Can't see anything better
The colors always get in the way
Find the communique severed
Over and over again
Radio apeshot
A fool caught down
Pretend it's stone groovy, groovy
Nothing like a tin crown
You have radio apeshot
A fool caught down
Pretend it's stone groovy, groovy
Nothing like a tin crown
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