Radio Apeshot - Brainiac

slim came, guts out, blowing like a saxaphone

and chopped his boulevard turn again

jewel investors?

catch the net down

radio apeshot

a fool caught down

a?

stone groovy, groovy

nothing like a tin crown

slim cocks his heat.

god, it’s nothing but a cap gun

wipe those blue-dick ghosts away

more protection

goose that mod squad

his minds a bouquet

but his hands are stone gray

right now

can’t see anything better

the courts?

always get in the way

find the communicate severed

over and over again

radio apeshot

a fool caught down

pretend it’s stone groovy, groovy

nothing like a tin crown.

you have radio apeshot

a fool caught down

pretend it’s stone groovy, groovy

nothing like a tin crown