Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 9:55 am
Then you can always massacre they lyrics of an existing song, if you're a brave idiot in the right circumstance... Not that I would ever suggest such a thing. Just once, with feeling:
He was bored as he sucked down his 27th beer
And when he tossed the can we all saw what it landed on
It was a big fat patch of mushrooms which we picked and we passed around
Well we gobbled 'em down and soon we all were gone
On a Colorado psilocybin high
I've seen a man with pliers in his eyes
There were dragons in the campfire
And monsters in the sky
Pretty *#%@ing high
Colorado
Pretty *#%@ing high
Psilocybin
When he saw 3 moons he panicked
And he climbed a nearby tree
Then he panicked some more when he thought the branch would fall
But the tree turned into a penthouse
Where Ernest Borgnine slept with sheep
And he slept with them well
And I swear that I saw it all
On a Colorado psilocybin high
Those sheep they had desire in their eyes
And they winked at me and they bleated and they baa-ed
Till I thought I was gonna die
Pretty *#%@ing high
Colorado
Pretty *#%@ing high
Ernest Borgnine
He was bored as he sucked down his 27th beer
And when he tossed the can we all saw what it landed on
It was a big fat patch of mushrooms which we picked and we passed around
Well we gobbled 'em down and soon we all were gone
On a Colorado psilocybin high
I've seen a man with pliers in his eyes
There were dragons in the campfire
And monsters in the sky
Pretty *#%@ing high
Colorado
Pretty *#%@ing high
Psilocybin
When he saw 3 moons he panicked
And he climbed a nearby tree
Then he panicked some more when he thought the branch would fall
But the tree turned into a penthouse
Where Ernest Borgnine slept with sheep
And he slept with them well
And I swear that I saw it all
On a Colorado psilocybin high
Those sheep they had desire in their eyes
And they winked at me and they bleated and they baa-ed
Till I thought I was gonna die
Pretty *#%@ing high
Colorado
Pretty *#%@ing high
Ernest Borgnine