Up in the hills they are Having a white riot with no violence Or protesting for change, They simply buy it. If you're think I'm Caucasian, Well I'm actually gray. I was conceived on Ash Wednesday And stoned on Christmas day. My baby's meditating to stop the war, But I got myself a rifle 'Cause I ain't gonna get Walked on anymore. Out my window I see a battle of hawks. My best friend has been dead for years, But still we have great talks. And just like the planets we will Never touch, just float around in space Not expecting very much. My baby's meditating to stop the war, But I got myself a rifle 'Cause I ain't gonna get Walked on anymore. We feel such hunger like vampire bats, I got myself a gang And we're called the (sleek rats?). I was out in the desert, Hunting UFO while I Saw scorpions and aliens I already know. My baby's meditating to stop the war, But I got myself a rifle 'Cause I ain't gonna get Walked on anymore. She gave him head till she Lost a tooth, that's what she gets for Molesting people in the DJ booth. I used to be a palace, now I'm Just a dive. I'm made widow out of you Even though I'm still alive. My baby's vegetating to stop the war, But I got myself a rifle 'Cause I ain't gonna get Walked on anymore.