Here comes the story of my crazy friend Mike.
I ain't talking about you but it's beautiful,
bye.
A blue paint goo that's new ready for you to buy.
He was found last week by this crazy rich guy.
This one guy was bored and Mike was hanging around.
I sell him my good friend cause this guy was inbound.
Next to the line was this hijacked hippie.
The only bad thing it did was tie Mike to a tree.
Mike?
Mikey?
Lost in a dark hole still on his skin.
A one cut away from his last breathing.
A mama whispered to me,
don't tie your bike to a tree.
Next thing Mike knows he was close to be free.
I hear you are my friend rolling and placing.
I tell you that we're working so bad for a
living.
Just be careful with the crazy big car.
Or you might just end up as a roasting
bar.