Not what they say they are or what they mean
Fisheyes and moonshine for the troops
Good men shrinking nippy rusty gain (?)
Coming back to you
Living in your lonely dreams
Look you know it’s true
And I will be endlessly heeding (?)
Contests with colourful pools
Not so befitting as they make them seem
Octane for the ammunition juice
Will swim the mustang swiftly in the stream
Sometimes the way will have an eye on them
Other times the ass will snatch the morsel
Clive licks the (?) eyes of the lonely ones
Here at the time when the mission kicks the tribe
The commission takes the bribe
And I will be endlessly moving (?) now