Paroles:
Lemon Fog

poke, compound Porno flick music, Daddy came with it when I wrote it [Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard] Dirt Dog be bouncin on bitches like fog I pollute

I spend the afternoon in cars I sit in traffic jams for hours Don't push me, I am not okay The sky is blue 'most every day The lemons grow like tumors

schmo has found her schlemiel Now maybe we'll find that happy ending Maybe you are the missing cog Maybe the princess lost in the fog Kiss the one frog

to breath in the offhand chance that there's no air air is like a something something, air is like an I don't know and air is just like fog but it's

I spend the afternoon in cars I sit in traffic jams for hours Don't push me I am not OK The sky is blue most every day The lemons grow like tumors they

that this would be my fate White lemon days Love steal the schemes Drive around like spaceships on bald tires Burn the mother's milk So another fog

Slowly filling the room, working his way from the dining room into the den Each room filling with a multiscented fog Desert bloom, evergreen, misty rose, fresh lemon

poke, compound Porno flick music, Daddy came with it when I wrote it [Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard] Dirt Dog be bouncin on bitches like fog I pollute