 I spit past the limit in the concrete jungle, felt monkey business. My, my, my, my state shot the bullet at the end of battle. Power line is all but black and I didn't ask God close. That's around all of these fools, two-stepping hooves. Mystery, give them a clue. Misery only in two. Then I miss Keita and Grandma, I hope they do too. Walking through, I got dust on my shoe. They seem to be getting loose, I guess nothing's new.