At the traffic lights
Green Man behind the wheel, staring at the red for an unseen cause
Wishing his death certificate would turn into a prescription
In the background the radio is playing the same shit same shit
Damn shit
First aid cannula and doctors diagnosis
It was just a phase your life went already
Get used to the truth already
Eternal life immortality, has been marketed endless erection
Created as Viagra by drinking a bottle of brandy
Branded as a clichéd auction item
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How MUZAKK IS AN OPIAT
A green man sits in the park, everything is standing
Holds the wheel, doesn't drink and doesn't drive
Head full of ¤ they ice cream and drugs
Traffic lights
In the background the same crap is being played over and over again
Damn shit
You can't hear the difference inside your head in the house and the radio blaring
The Green Man thinks he's got the power to the soundtrack of his life
on the ocean waves he finally sails into a body bag
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A new one was found on the pharmacy shelf friend
Even if the body can change color
with snow pills