Troy Von Balthazar my black prize

all eyes on my black prize
it's wake then breath
and lunch then death
we go out and get wasted
somebody call me a cab
I wish I guess for peace and meth
over dinner
all eyes watch us
when it hunts it scores
when it skies it floors
when it rains it rains it rains
I crawl to the tips of your walls and your hips
with the swans and the tourists
all eyes on my black prize
somebody call us a cab
it's love I guess
for peace and meth
over dinner
all eyes watch us
all of our friends
want to be near us