Reading funnies in the news
I copied them to use
Like finger printed clay
Then I smoked a ton of weed
Thinning out my seed
And sang but not to say
I was in need of a queen for my dome
One who would serve me closer to home
My blues were blood red
My anger was chrome
Because I could not leave her alone
We were standing by a stream
The water wasn't clean
She thought I might be gay
I was throwing little stones
Making minor tones
In a goofy kind of way
I was in need of a queen for my dome
One who would serve me closer to home
My blues were blood red
My anger was chrome
Because I could not leave her alone