The Greatest Pac-Man Victory In History

[Chorus] Get up to get down now
Get up to get down now (like this)
Get up to get down now (like this)
Get up to get down now (alright)
I dont wanna do it anymore
Couldnt do it if
I tried, wouldnt do it if
I wanted it
Hey I dont wanna do it anymore
Couldnt do it if
I tried... [Verse 1]
Okay The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns em?
No friendly, non-threatening corporate lackey mucks in the totem.
Lucy was in the sky with diamonds , five dollars to hold em.
The summer
Vanik beat
Pac-Man with acid behind his molars.
Little white tab tolerant.
Little white flag waggling.
Inorganic pat on back. trim the panic flat on backer.
Back to back like
Mad Hatter magic rabid mastiff collaborative splatter bachelor fabric fatter with
Cabbage Patch lit. (Dark days)
Ben and Louie-
Louie (Park blaze)
Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that 1-2-3 repeater.
Good morning,
Vietnam. Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch?
Sorry dog,
I dreamt the foulest shit.
There was this rabbits foot talisman drowning out of my arm span.
Whats fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs .
Whats fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands, but
Im up now.
Lets get this window pain and shut the fuck down.
Down by the river where the litter sits
And lion heart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates
I ran with abrat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties
Sacred, numb, and boundless went the saint protocol company.
Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy
Pocketbook mirror, courtesy
Amy Theres spiders in the mattress,
Paisley sunglasses, dialated eyes green
Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen
Poison late late show starring
Aes and his jigsaw face
Twelve hour solid gold entertainment
Utter shit to self from mothership to stealth
ADD patient. (Space Invader)
This ones for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers
Only the illest beats leak absurdly out the boombox
The day-tripper anthem goes: 'Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium.'
Whistle while you work like a canary lung
All work and no play makes
Jack a dull boy that carried drugs
I sorta see it as my last blast summer
Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics in big numbers
Good times, good people
All airbrushed on a collapsible easel
Peace man, easy [Bridge]
And I knew the permanency would drift
And I knew the ph balance wasnt right
And I knew the crash and burn had to caress it
LSD, flash the message
And I knew the gash wasnt gonna stop bleeding
And I knew the ph balance wasnt right
And I knew how
September would then affect it
LSD... [Verse 2]
Lazy summer days
Like some decrepit land shark dumb luck squad dog lurk sicker diluted.
Last sturdy domino lean secluded.
Dont letstupid delusions lessen super-duty labor students dragnet lifer solutions.
Daddy loved sloppy dimension like son/daughter link.
Such determinated leopards.
Successfully disheveled.
Little soldiers developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings.
Some dont like sobrietys dirty lenses.
Some do. Let sleeping dogs lie still.
Dont look so damn lackluster.
Suck defeat.
Lump sum damage?
Load , sample, delete.
Late Show,
Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip slide, dutch.
Low self-discipline leaders see dead lung self-destruct.
Life sucks dickhead.
Lost summers display laminates showcasing divinity live, system definitive.
Liturgy soaked, depict lowly spectacular delight.
Why, what kind of
LSD you like?
Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)
You in the back get em up.
Those trails arent necessarily bunk. (Summertime)
Somell try to recapture the same flag but
I played it smart and recognized the summertime past. [Chorus]