Celebrate the twisted broken slang
Third eyes exploding the old big bang
To green revolutions & purple skulls
Guiding the rhetoric through the null
You've got an old best friend
It won't make it better
Place the new decades in the front
Brothers in balloons aimed to tame & hunt
Buffalo roaming in the snow at full pace
Choked from the taste of the chase
I'll admit I don't know typical jokes
She ain't no honest crook now
Acting like this is the first time she ever spoke
From all those claimed starving looks
You've got an old best friend
It won't make it better