One Lyrics

Of all the dirt that we dug
I think my favorite was the mud
Of all the wine that we drank
I think my favorite was the blood
Of all the bombs that we lit
I think my favorite was the dud
Of all the things that we chew
I think my favorite is the cud of the cow
Like that time
When we lie
To and fro
Hope to throw
Tables turn
Books that burn
Hurt the shine
Tilt the wheel
Hold the hand
Cop a feel
Close the deal
Like that time
Turpentine
When we lied
To and fro

Of all the banks that we robbed
I think my favorite one was mine
Of all the bushes that burned
The ones I liked talk wise and kind
Of all the toys that we smashed
I think I liked the ones that whined
Of all the beotches we pimp-slapped
I like the ones that did not mind
Over matter
Your head, on a platter
Put the bread in the
Battery acid-tone ice cream cone
Yeah island on a sunny side-down
To the water
You sell me your daughter
I'll plot a new course on a horse
With no name, droppin pill poppin son
Of a beotch, the bug b***s make me eotch!
Of all the trees that we hugged
I think I liked the ones that died
Of all the b***s that we grabbed
I remember only the wide ones
Of all the whales that we beached
You chose to blame it on the tide
Of all the forks that we stole
Just to jab each other's sides

Of the shape, of the smoke
Of the pain, of the pipe
Twist and turn, records burn
Melting wax, melting hype
Hurt the change, we exchange
Burning down, turning ripe

Of the shape
Of the smoke
Of the pain
Of the pipe