| B-D 100 Blues |
Hookers ho, and players play, as knife blade glints within deep shadow depths.
Mindless minds melted from glass pipe glow, as lost souls sweep the streets.
Cars drift slowly by, floating on unseen cushions of faith in finding what they seek
Drivers call out to no one seen, as dark shape emerges from bottomless darkness
"Yo, yo, what you need man rush it the rollers" their mantra rolls out, their faux goods in hand
And me I just don't care
Cause I'm not really there
A different way I pay my dues
With the B-D 100 Unit blues
Power brokers and feminist stokers like an early morning storm, flood into downtown
Mindless minds melted from visions of wealth, no longer caring for just contentment
Strapped to blackberries like a bull riders rope, ready to complete their 7 second dream
Consolidated loans and diversified portfolios, offered from shadow of corporate towers
"No load, no fee, no points, low risk, high yield" their mantra hypnotizing like the Cobras gaze
And me I just don't care
Cause I'm not really there
A different way I pay my dues
With the B-D 100 Unit blues
Sweet young beautiful girls, not cognizant of their beauty, sit in raptures words.
Mindless minds melted, from sweet nothings whispered by vultures and wolves
Unaware that they have grown, to be other than the awkward girl in youths mirror
Not knowing how to handle beauty's power, a baby singled out from the herd
"You're teasing me I'm not pretty" their mantra exposing their naiveté before the kill
And me I just don't care
Cause I'm not really there
A different way I pay my dues
With the B-D 100 Unit blues
In a garage we lay on a sofa turned bed, enveloped by wrinkled musty sheets
Mindless minds melted, from the ritual of needle and spoon and blood and cocaine
Neither knowing the other, except for the need to not be alone
Enjoying those few hours when ecstasy shared, merges us into one
Silence our mantra, no need for word, to express the want for each other now
And us we just don't care
Cause we're not really there
A different way we pay our dues
With the B-D 100 Unit blues
Mindless minds melted from glass pipe glow, as lost souls sweep the streets.
Cars drift slowly by, floating on unseen cushions of faith in finding what they seek
Drivers call out to no one seen, as dark shape emerges from bottomless darkness
"Yo, yo, what you need man rush it the rollers" their mantra rolls out, their faux goods in hand
And me I just don't care
Cause I'm not really there
A different way I pay my dues
With the B-D 100 Unit blues
Power brokers and feminist stokers like an early morning storm, flood into downtown
Mindless minds melted from visions of wealth, no longer caring for just contentment
Strapped to blackberries like a bull riders rope, ready to complete their 7 second dream
Consolidated loans and diversified portfolios, offered from shadow of corporate towers
"No load, no fee, no points, low risk, high yield" their mantra hypnotizing like the Cobras gaze
And me I just don't care
Cause I'm not really there
A different way I pay my dues
With the B-D 100 Unit blues
Sweet young beautiful girls, not cognizant of their beauty, sit in raptures words.
Mindless minds melted, from sweet nothings whispered by vultures and wolves
Unaware that they have grown, to be other than the awkward girl in youths mirror
Not knowing how to handle beauty's power, a baby singled out from the herd
"You're teasing me I'm not pretty" their mantra exposing their naiveté before the kill
And me I just don't care
Cause I'm not really there
A different way I pay my dues
With the B-D 100 Unit blues
In a garage we lay on a sofa turned bed, enveloped by wrinkled musty sheets
Mindless minds melted, from the ritual of needle and spoon and blood and cocaine
Neither knowing the other, except for the need to not be alone
Enjoying those few hours when ecstasy shared, merges us into one
Silence our mantra, no need for word, to express the want for each other now
And us we just don't care
Cause we're not really there
A different way we pay our dues
With the B-D 100 Unit blues
