Last night you and I we gathered berries with a flashlight  Wide-eyed journeyed into scriptures giving me the insight  All of the persons to be breeded never had a skateboard  Or even a red light  We are needles in the karma greedy with the insight  Now we're hiding in your bedroom listening for dark spots  (Really really loud)    Little little crippled devil everybody makes of of him when he's in The stop light  Kool-aid you can stop pretending accidental washing always play  Your face to the right  fast tricks tripping down a kayak sequence into the fast night,  One more time,  You are poor