Foe Hammer beam us up, peli backseat seams ripped

Got bean dip and the green clip, a stack of tapas drops us

Zoned out awake to black eyed java

The deep field floods blood through my vena cava

My plate burnt sienna terra cotta

An order plush patatas bravas got me glowing rosy al cantata

Next up on the set hot frittata

Spinach biz finished, stuffed my belly full a load of shunyata

Got a, squat Gwash by my side

Dozen shots of chalky raki turn me into doctor hyde

Turn me into lobster fried dollop butter on the side

Crack my skull open wide

Next dish up my two eyes soaked in brine

Saline solutions turns eyes towards evolution

Completion of the mission praise serving retribution

Now realize that gwash knows a truth

The tapas booth in the back keeps your mind in it’s prime youth

(interlude skit)

Mortar for these bricks looks just like me

Now shot out the park by the Ruth

Skipping town, skipping planets next stop: Duluth

Caught the last bus, end of the line, ya goof

The tapas booth in the back keeps your mind in it’s prime youth

Pour a liter cedar ether i’m a Gwash believer

Tapas upon tapas drop a copper for a jala popper

Gasman, last stand, mass shambles

Gwash verse the world game of dice what’s to gamble

Some bush meat sandwiches, ten twelve thirteen

A stack of crisp churros syrup splashing keep it clean

Spark some dark crumbs narcs run from the proof

The tapas booth in the back keeps your mind in it’s prime youth