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Lyrics
[Intro]
Hey, let's ride this wave of words and whims,
A splash of stories, spun on a whim.
Pop eye, spinach grin, whiskey chin high,
Pipe Finnikey, under the city sky.
[Verse 1]
Wondering plunder, a can of tales,
Son of Sam I am, where myth prevails.
Handed down, stories so wild,
God damn canned spam, innocence defiled.
[Chorus]
Bloodhound Gang, on the loose, revealing,
Big Bang Theory, minds reeling.
Timothy Leary, trips and dreams,
Weariness drips from the tear drop streams.
[Bridge]
Tattoo not mad at you, Manhattan Mad Hatter,
Jump off the roof, no ladder, no matter.
Fad fashion thrills, passions fasten tight,
Smelt roe, spinach taco, for Paco tonight.
[Outro]
So here’s to the wild, the weird, the true,
A graffiti of minds, shot through with hue.
Graffiti of stories, old and new,
Life’s a masterpiece, just for you.
Details
GeneratedSep 22, 2025
Duration2:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
Eclectic alternative, spoken word flavor, mixed with punk attitude
Credits
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G3isKey
G3isKeyModelAria v4
