I didn't see no body

I couldn't finger anyone

Alright, alright, alright

Goose has a mouth, well I'll turn it right

Alright, all right, so he talks

Child has to crawl before it walks

But that's not the world he'll be living in

Not after crash course oblivion

Psychopath ice cubes burn worm holes through every worthless human target

And them solipsistic rotor heads at everlasting Sunday Paris flea market

Stricken by the ass bone of a square jaw

You'll see the forest through the trees

Where I'll be looming like Paul Bunyan with a chainsaw

Alright, alright, alright

You take the blame and I'll turn it right

Alright, alright, alright

You take the blame and I'll turn it right

Alright, alright, alright

You takе the blame and I'll turn it right

Alright, alright, alright

You take thе blame and I'll turn it right