They say the story, and I hope it don't bore ya, About they day I was a horse, He said I've been a mourning and a better be a coming, And he changed into a horse. Where'd he go? I don't know. What's he on? Something strong. What is it? Dipshit. I'll take him on a cocaine trip. He walks his house with a big bad mouth, And he swallowed all my friends, So I let him in and rescued the gang, And he started up again, He got kinda tricky as the silence went shitty, I was going on the bed, He forgot little streaks and how everything would changed that, This might never end.