If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight up at the sky
and shoot heaven on down to you


I want a lover, I can't find the time
I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.