sad sad monster turn those horns up burn the back roads find your way out troubled love life give the gift of yourself to the dark ground control to lost soul ground control to lost soul if you copy come in lost soul come in lost soul we lost contact abort mission we lost contact don t these dead streets back you into bad corners curbs crumble once you park your ass on em parking meters overdue violation goes unnoticed out of all of those who tried to travel off road you ve come the closest so i grant you this toast to all of those who showed promise and never made one that broke i salute you i never meant to lose you but i know this road don t go where it used to i ve got a map that looks a lot like your veiny arms it ain t to scale but it details the names of the songs and this one is called cancelled flight blues a manipulative twist i think that manson might ve used but poor musicians come a dime a dozen and you re the eggman a flash in the pan and your yolk is running who broke that hard outer covering some chick in your mix you couldn t level with headless horsemen come suffering go the direction following air currents but it was my drift you were supposed to be catching fish nets collect dust in stagnant water i haven t heard back from you since the gag order pussycat got your tongue pick it up up up up up up up  bad bad actor flip that script now come on you cock bust my shit woaaah you re a lint ball who moves on the whim of the wind confused flexible movement for freedom if the walls you keep bouncing off of are closing in theres only so much time before your rhythm gets broken i could hear it speeding up before we lost signal it caused a ripple effect rings on the radar would intersect now your fingers are off limits i can t hold your hand longer than your attention span the two way street we are supposed to meet on is just a one way dead end you re some of my best friends press send where are the donuts you ve been lost inside tow trucks you ve been forced to ride hold ups at the borderline customs will confiscate costumes eat my dust and get exhausted force fed my car fumes i can t afford the duty tax so expensive come off your head trip and visit where your old friends live you re sensitive like the time you swore to god on a lie and didn t die kiss the pavement make love while cars spin be careful when the unsafe sex parade comes a marchin they ve got full body condoms to carry you off in i wish i told you that while we were still talking i m a motherfucking bill o reilly of this hip hop shit i want you to give it up for my dj no spin zone 