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The Globs
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Over My Head
(feat. John Powhida)
*This is a cautionary tale about a friend of mine Who woke up one morning to a real bad time Had some trouble with his pants, or so he said But the real shit started when he went back to bed*
*(repeat verse)*
I woke up this morning, tried to put on some pants But pulled them right up over my head I said fuck these pants and took them off again And then I went right back to bed, to bed
Ah-oh...
I fell asleep and had a terrible dream It was a crazy bloody fucked up scene From the Good Book about the end of days Listen to those awful trumpets play!
And then a beast with seven horns came out of the sea And he fixed his evil eyes on me And I said AHH!, and I ran Diddle-little-little-little-little-little-ly
So I ran faster but he caught up with me And I knew he was my master 'cause I could see that Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
And then the moon turned to blood and locusts filled the sky Just like these creepy visions filling my head And I woke up screaming and began to cry And then I fell right out of bed and hit my head
Ow...
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com *He put his pants on again and this time he did it right Reached into his pocket and what did he find?* It was a handful of percs for my aching head Goddamn, I said, I'm never going back to bed
Stupid falsetto Never, ever I'm never going back to bed Never, ever
So, I washed it all down with a swig of cheap wine And I called up my shorties 'cause it's party time I got a forty in one hand and a forty in the other And now I'm drinkin' forties out of both hands, motha
I woke up this morning, tried to put on my pants I guess you already heard that line But now the house is rocking and I'm getting tight And generally having a good time
I woke up this morning, tried to put on some pants But pulled them right up over my head I said fuck these pants and took them off again And then I went right back to bed, to bed
Ah-oh...
I got a forty in one hand and a shorty in the other I think I'm gonna need a couple more hands, brotha *Oh Jesus, you know, maybe if you hadn't driven to New Hampshire On Memorial Day, for beer, you wouldn't have put your pants on your head*
*What's the big deal, brotha? And then you left all the bacon out Bacon doesn't keep forever It was my bacon to leave out*
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