Five Minutes Party Time

No cheer
Get a beer
Knock it back
And get another
Sit down
Roll up
Good green
Will break your funk
X-Wing
Silver thin
Sandwich packed
In chlorine skin
She's kinda light
A little fluffy
Little sticky
More cheer?
Get a beer
Normal drill
For your party skills
What now?
Where was I?
Doing something I'm sure
Fire in my fingers
Suddenly searching
For my spliff
So pure and innocent
She's a core
Of Berkshire
Homegrown
And I'm alone
I remember
And feel cheered
Without a beer
Behind my ear
Tips tumble her
From a hiding place
To a world of pain
Via flame
And I
Am just a sucker
For her love
Under my skin
Inside my mind
Tidalwash
About to begin
Come in
Come in
Take a seat
It's sweet
Vodka, neat
Feel the heat
On your hand
Of eyes
Of spies
And backteeth lies
Through smiles
Extending
A clammy grasp
For you last
Cone of homegrown
Or so you think
Stupid punk
They'd like your skunk
But
It's no biggie
It's your funk
You're seeing wrong
You're paranoid like
Adam's android
No spies or lies
Just friends to the end
Crown and sole
Between back and forth
Know what I mean?
Your buddies are green
Or for a phaze
Lost in the purple haze
So kick back Jack
Breath in
Breath out
Pass the jay
Some time today
You're a black hole bum
But I love you son