Fly like the eagle   Fly like the eagle   Fly...      Squeegee      Ah, you got it      When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave   You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe   You get whipflash under the bridge   Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin   Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me   Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless   Your brother is deader than a phone machine   With a bucket of green piss   And I'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag   So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town   Do me a favor -- don't stick around   'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown      Let's be doin' it right      Comin' down in a cold ass fashion   And the people don't breathe   Comin' down in a cold ass fashion   Steppin' in the beefsteak   Comin' down in a cold ass fashion   And the mayonnaise comes   Comin' down in a cold ass fashion   Black twinkie      Gettin' all caught up in a taste test   An' it all basically tastes like crap   I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin   I can pick my own nose and put it back in   I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice   Smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ      I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous   And the sweat is day-glo   Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin   Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom   Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain   Gettin' sappy in the back of a train   Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space   Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase   And your mouth, it smells like hair gel   I love you but you don't know how to spell   Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes   And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial      O.g. -- original glue-sniffer      Comin' down in a cold ass fashion   And the people don't breathe   Comin' down in a cold ass fashion   As you're biting my sandwich   Comin' down in a cold ass fashion   Smear me sauce [? ]   Comin' down in a cold ass fashion   [? ? ? ] donut [? ]      Uh, wait...      Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]      [the following four lines are spoken at various times over the   Above:]   Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (? )   [backwards:] [? ? ? ] up your ass   [backwards:] [? ? ? ] hot dog      It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce   Smeared across your boss   You know what I'm sayin'?    You dunno when it's comin'   You know, it's like forty-five horses   Runnin' through the graveyard   In yellow panties   That is cold fashion